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

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

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

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

I have to bleed a bucket full, my life is a movie rated m for mature.

Nigga bye this is my closure, still the king and forever will be, that im so sure.

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Shit, we don't believe none of them

No need for a call to the bull pen

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please