This is a song about "Fanny pack"

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

The pioneer of the coke rap

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

If you believe then you can achieve

Then you just gonna pack up and leave

All you knew was rat pack

Ain't even tryna hold back