This is a song about "Shack"

But i gather that cash like hacka shack

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

Traded living 20 feet from the bodega 'n' chicken shack for aluminum siding

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

The jager in my cup is licorice black

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

You want a fuck in the shack of the back

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack