This is a song about "Sweaty sack"

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Cast by my ball sack above your anus.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,

Go gag on a motherfuckin goat's sack

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

This is like riding through the city

Get a sack and come smoke with me

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Wait i just rhymed sack another time

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

But i've been blasting this track bout as deep as my sack

On me but you won't know it comes to ye, i'll strike back throw you in a sack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag