This is a song about "Smoking on a opp pack"

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

For a pack of cigarettes

As we give up our debts

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Then i grab a six pack and head on back to the grave

Top dropped down, black on black

You aint even got a pack