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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

When love comes callin', don’t love back

You aint even got a pack

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Relax my mind smoking a joint

This a different motor man better go to work

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

I don't want it on my back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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