This is a song about "Fifa packs"

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

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

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks