This is a song about "Packed"

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Because you know i keep my fucking heat packed like an oven,

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

I said fuck you and i packed a bag moved out,

Stacking platinum plaques, that cracker is still too action packed,

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Dope smoke i love that / lungs filled till they packed

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,