This is a song about "The pack"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

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

Did some school work, went with the pack

Top dropped down, black on black

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

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black