This is a song about "Pushing packs"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

You gotta let these shits go, man

Pushing in my mama van

Constantly pushing us comes with an expense

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

This lady's pushing eighty, you're driving like a beginner

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games