This is a song about "Snack packs"

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Another snack to hack, i'll put it on the body stack,

I've seen people eaten up, swallowed like a snack box,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names

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

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage