This is a song about "A six pack"

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Than turn into the leader of the pack, like its a cartoon,

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Got some sick trix to get a six,

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

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

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Promise me you won't step out of line

So im sharper than a six inch blade

Let em marinate, you forever late

For a pack of cigarettes

After lebron, i'm what's next