This is a song about "Shack"

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

You want a fuck in the shack of the back

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

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

But i gather that cash like hacka shack

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack