This is a song about "Pushing packs"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Constantly pushing us comes with an expense

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Fuck it, im leaving

But imma keep on pushing

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Pushing daises for cranking that music sounds crazy though.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

See if your man enough back to get to pushing,

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Saw these other kids pushing benzes that was his inspiration

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him