This is a song about "Pack"

Baby all i do is rap

All you knew was rat pack

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

And i did the video for really though

Then you just gonna pack up and leave

I'm everything that they call nice

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Did some school work, went with the pack

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Wishing she can come back, than i could gain another life pack

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Pass that, catch back, fast that