This is a song about "Texture pack"

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

When love comes callin', don’t look back

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

This shit seems to have a quite fine texture

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

You aint even got a pack

Like zack trying to pack

She always comin back

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

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap