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

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

I share rhyme in the sewer

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

For a pack of cigarettes

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads