This is a song about "The pack"

My home is a dome, no escape time to pack the vape,

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

Pack the pastors in the back then euthanize all the slackers

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

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

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon