This is a song about "Packs"

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

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names

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

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

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

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