This is a song about "Back packs"

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

So im'ma stand at your back

I'm about to snap

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Can you answer back, answer back

The door crack, niggas all black

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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