This is a song about "The pack"

I ain't from the west but i still pack a teflon vest

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Brainwashing the youth. plenty more facts kept safe in my back pack but

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

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

Than turn into the leader of the pack, like its a cartoon,

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon