This is a song about "The packers"

I don't need no single

It's the middle, the middle

So i'm one with that

The dopest on the planet

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Like i'm a fan of the packers

The savage with the statics

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Hit the dash blast the overpass

Grown men never should bite their tongue

Eyes poked out the the raven

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Beat you with hammers now face the heat of packers