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

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

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

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

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with