This is a song about "Packin"

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

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

They send us packin to houston and still they can't save her life.

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

37. packin heat like a mag,

Don’t you be holding back

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up