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

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Wives rack with a bottle of jack . this is my air youre breathing, so keep

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

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

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Of koolaid in here flab pack

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

She always comin back

You aint even got a pack

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Going against me,is like attacking a pack of bic razors with your wrist,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest