This is a song about "The kangoroo sack"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I'll cut off one ball, leave you with a uneven sack.

Walking to the school bus playing hackie sack

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Get a sack and come smoke with me

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Find the body rip off the head and put it in my nap sack

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Sack the qb sue me for making a crackle

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that