This is a song about "Packing 9s"

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Cause both ways you be packing

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Stop pretending that yous packing nines

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

I'm an attacker packing a magnum in the back of the car

Packing a mack in the back of the ac

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And you wanted porthouse we brought semis and 9s/

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats