This is a song about "Pack slap"

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Cause kappa's sadistic, slap them and fist them

It aint click clack its bitch slap

You ain't gon find that

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Snort a little, now you're getting groovy

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Like bose/ we sparkin that loud pack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Make the fingers snap

I'd love to give you a slap

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf