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,

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

To get them niggas while they laid back

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

For a pack of cigarettes

Convertibles with turbo jets