This is a song about "Jet pack blues"

All you knew was rat pack

You got reason to brag

Did some school work, went with the pack

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

To get them niggas while they laid back

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Of koolaid in here flab pack

For once my mind thought that i should go back in the blues..

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Where the black girls get their weaves back

You aint even got a pack