This is a song about "Jack a pack of zig zags"

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Jack bauer, now it's 24 to pack it and deliver it,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I can pack a strap and i can strip you of your flesh

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

And a match to leave you assholes, burned like a pack of

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Passing out snacks while passing zags cause smoking out of cans is whack

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical