This is a song about "Smoke pack"

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

? all white but the phantom is all black

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Don’t you be holding back

You aint even got a pack

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

Grab a pack and smoke a bit of that,

The third one is mixed, white and black

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

There's crack, there's crack

And that maybach, let me take em way back

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack