This is a song about "The fanny pack wizard"

My niggas never block, i think i'm barry sanders

Pack the pastors in the back then euthanize all the slackers

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

I ain't from the west but i still pack a teflon vest

The quack pack are using their wack raps against us

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

My home is a dome, no escape time to pack the vape,

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait