This is a song about "Packin 9"

Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Packin lyrical gats n' it's a fact i'm passin to the top

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

You asking for shine, claiming you packin' a nine

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

The jager in my cup is licorice black