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

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

The third one is mixed, white and black

You aint even got a pack

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

If that don't slow 'em up, i carry a full pack.

No need for a call to the bull pen

Here i go again, falling in love again

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

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

And a match to leave you assholes, burned like a pack of

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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