This is a song about "Fanny packs"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

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

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

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes