This is a song about "Shack"

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

You want a fuck in the shack of the back

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

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

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

Yo poor ass probably live with your mom in a shack

But i gather that cash like hacka shack

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