This is a song about "Snack pack in backpack"

But yo i pack pump, when i'm walking in my own direction,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I know that love it could begin

And i'm still not ready to pack it in

Twista finna get up on the track

Of koolaid in here flab pack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

I have fat stacks of 200k in my backpack.

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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