This is a song about "Texture pack"

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

Sweet, okay makes sense

For a pack of cigarettes

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

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

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Wishing she can come back, than i could gain another life pack

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back