This is a song about "Money bitches flippin packs"

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Right through his face, pastes his brains all on the packs

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

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

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue