This is a song about "Packs"

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

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

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

But this ain't physics or rocket science

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs