This is a song about "Smoke pack"

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

I smoke on the best smoke

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

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

For a pack of cigarettes

Roll up niggas be like sex

Like zack trying to pack

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Bout to pack bowl as im writing this line offer me a smoke and your just

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

I don't want it on my back

Like bose/ we sparkin that loud pack