This is a song about "Pack mule"

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

For a pack of cigarettes

Sweet, okay makes sense

Like zack trying to pack

It was all bad

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Of koolaid in here flab pack

Wonder if they take it all back

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

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

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

And i know - there'll never be peace

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf