This is a song about "Ratt pack"

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

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

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

I'm rolling down the window

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

I thought i recognized her

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

For a pack of cigarettes

And everybody's having sex

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

I don't know why i'm even on this track