This is a song about "6 pack"

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Nigga, im anarexic with that 6 pack cut your skinny ass in half

Of koolaid in here flab pack

When that money calls i holla back

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

In the house, holla back

Did some school work, went with the pack