This is a song about "Packing 9s"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

And you wanted porthouse we brought semis and 9s/

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Cause both ways you be packing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

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

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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