This is a song about "Pack a bowl"

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

I don't want it on my back

Like a super bowl referee, but i don't see any penalties.

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Can't win with a passive attack

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

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

Im kind hearted,no matter how much i come off as an asshole

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

Yeah, the sex in the sack

You aint even got a pack

For a pack of cigarettes

And everybody's having sex