This is a song about "Flippin packs"

No chatter, turn ya behind, and flippin ya bladder

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I've written this shit, flippin' the script but i'm such a menace,

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

The media just loves to portray it, flippin', poppin' shit,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

Acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes

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