This is a song about "Pushing packs"

Constantly pushing us comes with an expense

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

Pushing in my mama van

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

I ignore the calls for blasphamy, pushing on my corrupted qi.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Ill keep on pushing it like im a corvette

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead