This is a song about "Pushing packs"

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

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

I don't rap flipping coke, i just try to give em hope

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

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

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

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

See if your man enough back to get to pushing,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Oh my what a shock like pushing off the dock into water