This is a song about "Molly pack"

I'm about to snap

You aint even got a pack

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And we don't care about these new rappers poppin' a molly,

Wishing she can come back, than i could gain another life pack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Im so hot i got rappers sweatin but they aint popped no molly

No more molly cause i probably copped it

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time//

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

The bummer is the fact that i'm black