This is a song about "My pack luck"

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

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

I chill now...cop a little ice later

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Prepare for a heart attack when i crack you rappers with my rap pack/

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

Body wouldn't fit but i kept slammin my trunk, tryin' my luck

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

She made my life beautiful and bought me the fuckin' luck.

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

My rhymes got a mighty six pack