This is a song about "Pack you up"

All you knew was rat pack

Naked woman rub my back

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

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

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

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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