This is a song about "6 packs"

Arguing everyday,

For us to find our way

Where god at? i need to call him

Sudden realization

See, you're my best friend

Clinically depressed,

Not coincidental

Lady at the frank stand will

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Solidity concrete