This is a song about "Fifa packs"

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

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

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

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

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

I am olubowale, the answer to this

To liberate yourselves, africa

Has shes been tryin to lose weight on fifa?

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

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