This is a song about "Pushing packs"

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Constantly pushing us comes with an expense

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Why not me the same thing

But imma keep on pushing

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

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

As we keep pushing on,

My sim card's the bomb

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope