This is a song about "Blowin pack and hoes"

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

You, you, you have to pay for that

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

This is love, nothing else close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Then you just gonna pack up and leave

... club, we'll be actin' real nice