This is a song about "Pack"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Your girlfriend want to follow

Maybe i should pack my bags and go