This is a song about "Pack"

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

Like zack trying to pack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I don't know why i'm even on this track

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her