This is a song about "Back pack wack lack nap snap"

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

I snap back like the plastic man from the fantastic clan,

Fourths of weed, i'm back to pack on hands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Try to jack and i will attack

Your raps, oh snap, i'm back, on this track.

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Did you call wack, they aint never rollin back,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Go back and lack brain nigga gettin catchy.

Put this pussy to sleep cat nap ull get smacked back

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Pack the pastors in the back then euthanize all the slackers

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers