This is a song about "Citrus packing"

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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.

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Packing a mack in the back of the ac

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Will somebody please show me how

You should see what im packing now