This is a song about "Reject pack"

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

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Then you just gonna pack up and leave

I'm like a test subject, use me now and then you reject/

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Scream at the heavens you reject his love,

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

If that don't slow 'em up, i carry a full pack.

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Then ya turn right around and stab me, how can you reject that.

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad