This is a song about "Packing a lip"

Where you welcome to problems

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

I pack a lip, smack a bitch, tackle her and crack her ribs

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

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

I'll slap the yapping crap out of you, packing macs, crack a gin,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Let it rain let it drop,hit a slob in his lip then watch his favorite color drip

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son