This is a song about "Flippin packs"

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Usin lyrical gadgets flippin a rap mattress on it's back like an acrobat does

Run around like a bogus copying peoples raps expecting em not to notice

No chatter, turn ya behind, and flippin ya bladder

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

He flippin to the bars so i'm only raising mine