This is a song about "6 packs"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

She all on my skin

Suicide depression,

Your new man got my respect

Clinically depressed,

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Get in the mood on blacc friday

Arguing everyday,