This is a song about "My pack luck"

Fuck this fight get outta my site, gotta hell take a break, life aint a game of luck.

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Getting den digitsi think i'll have a 6 pack for my

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

But yo i pack pump, when i'm walking in my own direction,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'm in words, inversely proportional in my own luck,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

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