This is a song about "Pack heat"

Like zack trying to pack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Naked woman rub my back

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

Wishing she can come back, than i could gain another life pack

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

For the low that nine cheap

Az is my home and love the heat

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete