This is a song about "Fifa packs"

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

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

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Gotta be something for me write this

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

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

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,