This is a song about "Fanny packs"

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

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

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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