This is a song about "Get dat pack"

Like bose/ we sparkin that loud pack

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

When that money calls i holla back

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

Naked woman rub my back

Now everybody put your hands up high

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Did some school work, went with the pack

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Of koolaid in here flab pack

I'm about to snap

I can't turn back

Allah, not even dat