This is a song about "Pack a bowl of weed"

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

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

You a pimple on the back of rap, with snap backs stacked like the gats i pack

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

You're rhymes are as straight as a bowl fill of skittles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

When i was younger i smoked a lot of weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

And a match to leave you assholes, burned like a pack of

Bout to pack bowl as im writing this line offer me a smoke and your just

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front