This is a song about "Shack"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

You want a fuck in the shack of the back

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

Luxury life, results living bad

But i gather that cash like hacka shack

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

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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