This is a song about "Pack a bowl"

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

Finna grab a bowl countin bites im gonn take

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

In the house, holla back

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

This guy swallowed a bowl of insects

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Sweet, okay makes sense

For a pack of cigarettes

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole