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

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Smoking on water vapor i'm the only savior no a boy band but i got mindless

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

I promise i'mma call you back