This is a song about "Flippin packs"

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

A dipshit who's bitchin' on flippin' commas? what is this?

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

No chatter, turn ya behind, and flippin ya bladder

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto