This is a song about "The pack"

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

The leader of n.w.a, nobody fucked wit' him, because he had his 9mm loader wit' his pack//

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Did some school work, went with the pack

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Except she's got a little more ass

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Then put the can to yo six pack like budweiser