This is a song about "Snack pack jack"

And i got that bait, they all bad

All you knew was rat pack

Snicker snack, vorpal blade

If i die before i wake

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

But failure's not an option, jack

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

Crack snackers every day call me a fuckin' snack cracker,

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I've seen people eaten up, swallowed like a snack box,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops