This is a song about "Pushing packs"

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Constantly pushing us comes with an expense

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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