This is a song about "6 packs"

Track 6.) wu tang dreams (c.r.e.a.m.)

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Then understand that i'm the one, that packs a punch much like a gun.

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Not coincidental

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

You're uncool like my mother kin

Sudden realization

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

Acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes