This is a song about "Pack of cards joker"

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

Than turn into the leader of the pack, like its a cartoon,

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Grab a pack and smoke a bit of that,

But you won't be able to survive the smacks of the rap pack/

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

J k, im just a joker

Just need my eyes lower