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

Convertibles with turbo jets

For a pack of cigarettes

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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

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

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Clicks, cuz we're a wild pack of harlem lunatics!

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

Lets smoke a bowl i was kidding bout the weed before

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

For a bit of weed and chips

I only got four minutes

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

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