This is a song about "Packin"

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

I'm packin' heat, drinkin' beer i been runnin' all goddamn year

Give me dirty looks cuz i look like a pistol packin' pill addict

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Packin' a mack in the back of the ac

I damage ya on camera, in compton, in canada

And laugh my ass off on this grass i'm packin' with stamina

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

37. packin heat like a mag,