This is a song about "Pack a bowl"

Smoked a bowl n' burned my eyebrows and went into dire shock

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

She was wet off the bat

You aint even got a pack

And i could see you coming home after work late

Finna grab a bowl countin bites im gonn take

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

When i was starving now it's payback

Is bein' broke as fuck, and can't afford a noodle bowl,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

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