This is a song about "Snack packs"

Right through his face, pastes his brains all on the packs

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Another snack to hack, i'll put it on the body stack,

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

If i die before i wake

Snicker snack, vorpal blade

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

Eating me up like i'm a fucking snack

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks