This is a song about "Packed"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

His mind is packed, so many talents he lacked

Planes packed with blow im piloting

Man, straight and no fucking

If i can get past the wack emcees packed in factories,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

To reds i ain't know how to act

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

Tongue's packed with some lyrics that'll shoot off caps

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,