This is a song about "Citrus packing"

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

But then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

This flow is automatic like i'm packing it in my belt.

Packing that fo-fo, keep a snub nose by the shelf

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Smash mouth action, making sure yo now a fraction, send you out packing

Amen, they say you only live once

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,