This is a song about "Trying to pack them ps"

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

You're trying to act cool you're just trying to rebel

Then put the can to yo six pack like budweiser

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

Fourths of weed, i'm back to pack on hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Box car children trying to hide

Me and you i think we should ride

Like zack trying to pack

When love comes callin', don’t look back

And a match to leave you assholes, burned like a pack of

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise