This is a song about "Fanny pack"

If that don't slow 'em up, i carry a full pack.

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Wonder if they take it all back

You aint even got a pack

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Six pack, of beer is in my refrigerator.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back