This is a song about "The pack"

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

The quack pack are using their wack raps against us

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

Cus if your love was all i had

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Then put the can to yo six pack like budweiser

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

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