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

I howl out the pack like a werewolf, i shall rap it all nightmarish

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

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

Going against me,is like attacking a pack of bic razors with your wrist,

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

You a pimple on the back of rap, with snap backs stacked like the gats i pack

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

Convertibles with turbo jets

For a pack of cigarettes