This is a song about "Surrendering to a pack of wolves like i m a bull"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

No need for a call to the bull pen

Always on some new shit cnn

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Than turn into the leader of the pack, like its a cartoon,

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I drink a red bull to get a red wing, flow tight make the dead sing

Can't let the government tell me how my future looking

For a pack of cigarettes

As we give up our debts