This is a song about "The pack"

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

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

Leave the pack if you wanna be unique, lead the rest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

Did some school work, went with the pack

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Fist fights, slinging crack, sniffed the crisp pack, stashed hash,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

The quack pack are using their wack raps against us