This is a song about "Fanny packs"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

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

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Professing they found one ready as this

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

Right through his face, pastes his brains all on the packs