This is a song about "6 packs"

Stop it if you scared

Clinically depressed,

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

Then understand that i'm the one, that packs a punch much like a gun.

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience