This is a song about "Packin 9"

37. packin heat like a mag,

But i muscle rap

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

George jackson packin' a magnum

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Since third grade i been packin bowls

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And i be packin that hammer if you be actin up funny

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Packin powder and much more in the alleys

Packin' a mack in the back of the ac

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she