This is a song about "Snacks"

But he don't rule a thing

Stingy with snacks and stashing

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Relapse, gotta relax, make real raps, eat snacks.

Passing out snacks while passing zags cause smoking out of cans is whack

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq