This is a song about "Fifa packs"

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

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

After class: "yo. fifa. see me." but we know it's just for show

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Has shes been tryin to lose weight on fifa?

Beautiful are thou, africa