This is a song about "Crab and shack"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

But i gather that cash like hacka shack

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

She gonna dance when that molly through

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

But got comma’s in my statement

Grab the scissors and saws and

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack