This is a song about "6 pack"

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Like bose/ we sparkin that loud pack

All you knew was rat pack

You got reason to brag

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

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

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

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

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

I promise i'mma call you back

Did some school work, went with the pack