This is a song about "Fanny packs"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

Acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with