This is a song about "Loud packs"

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

And i be countin' money till i pass out

Don't smoke no loud wit us

I'm just trying to focus

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

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Spoken loud they smoking out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Trying hard to speak and

I'm loud and i'm ignorant

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

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

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch