This is a song about "Pack you up"

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

If that don't slow 'em up, i carry a full pack.

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I'm up in the booth, pack a shrooms mackin' who back an nothing to lose

Fed up, so pack your bag is what you choose to do

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

You aint even got a pack

You got reason to brag