This is a song about "Packing 9s"

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

But then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Packing a mack in the back of the ac