This is a song about "Packing 9s"

This flow is automatic like i'm packing it in my belt.

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

You know that love is a very serious thing

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And you wanted porthouse we brought semis and 9s/

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Packing a mack in the back of the ac