This is a song about "Fanny packs"

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

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

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

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

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

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

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