This is a song about "Snacks"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

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

Hating my macking, they asking

Stingy with snacks and stashing

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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