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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap