This is a song about "Got the 6packs"

Killing these niggas off quick

Got the passion for the music

Say bye bye to her

The foes, they got bitter,

They burn on every block

Got yo girl in the spot

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Got the power to many more

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Got the lyrical intent

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Got the crops growing beautifully,

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And inside they think rap's soft

The feds got- their heads chopped,