This is a song about "Slack freind"

Listen; blacker the berry, sweeter the powder

I'll devour any rappers that slack 'n' cower

Grosse pointes blank popping in your back before i cut slack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I don't wanna stack or slack, just wanna stay on the right track

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Wanting to hit her so hard and make her arms go slack

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

I put that nigga in his casket

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit//

I promise to keep it honest

Jaw so slack from the squint,

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit