This is a song about "Snack back in your backpack"

Grosse pointes blank popping in your back before i cut slack

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

A 9mm in his backpack,

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

In fact i snack on my prey, half of the game is still back in shacks,

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Sit back,eat snack,watch me fuck you back to back