This is a song about "The pack"

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

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

My niggas never block, i think i'm barry sanders

Pack the pastors in the back then euthanize all the slackers

Then put the can to yo six pack like budweiser

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

But he wanted to retract, cut the pack, and destroyed the contract

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

Pack your back,go home,get the fuck out homo

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

You a pimple on the back of rap, with snap backs stacked like the gats i pack

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap