This is a song about "Pack slap"

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

Ain't even tryna hold back

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Lay around, overlapping, slap a finger, looking trendy/

Cause kappa's sadistic, slap them and fist them

Here i go again, falling in love again

Like bose/ we sparkin that loud pack

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Slap her with a newspaper

Ya'll wife and white knight her

All you knew was rat pack

When love comes callin', don’t love back

You got reason to brag

It aint click clack its bitch slap

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

And all women who had light features, see