This is a song about "The fanny pack"

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

And fuckers know my story, and now i pack the wesson,

Did some school work, went with the pack

She got something i never had

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

But he wanted to retract, cut the pack, and destroyed the contract

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

You a pimple on the back of rap, with snap backs stacked like the gats i pack

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees