This is a song about "Packing 9s"

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

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Cause both ways you be packing

I'm the sushi king

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

You packing pistols? well bitch i’m packing iraqi missiles,

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

I'm gone tripping but bitch i'm packing a magnum

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups