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

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

* amalgam digital download bonus track

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

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

No need for a call to the bull pen

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest