This is a song about "Packing 9s"

I don’t give a fuck about you bragging rappers packing heat,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

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

If y’all important, i come at you, firing poems

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

I'm doing the same thing

Cause both ways you be packing

Stop pretending that yous packing nines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance