This is a song about "Pack you up"

To pack a punch and leave you left for dead in the scene

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

See the state line? pack, grab that pass and drive up to canada/

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

'cuz i pack these syllables in the lines and i suppose that you ain't even know it,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

And a match to leave you assholes, burned like a pack of

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Like bose/ we sparkin that loud pack

Try to jack and i will attack

Like zack trying to pack

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

I start carvin away ur body parts n hey pack em up