This is a song about "6 pack"

Roll up niggas be like sex

For a pack of cigarettes

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Of koolaid in here flab pack

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

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

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

Like bose/ we sparkin that loud pack

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,