This is a song about "A six pack"

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

To get them niggas while they laid back

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Other team ticks, in two shoots we'll score six, cuz we're the wild pack of

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

My home is a dome, no escape time to pack the vape,

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

If that don't slow 'em up, i carry a full pack.

And everybody's having sex

For a pack of cigarettes

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

So im sharper than a six inch blade