This is a song about "Smoke a pack"

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

I am the streets, the future

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Getting den digitsi think i'll have a 6 pack for my

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

Prepare for a heart attack when i crack you rappers with my rap pack/

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

Grab a pack and smoke a bit of that,

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Stack my words and pack em tight like a bowl

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole