This is a song about "Packing a lip"

State building i like to see it when you land on that fire hydrant i'm the highest

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

I just might trip on your bitch i'm packing a magnum

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Check it out chillnosliip walk right up and bust your lip,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Cause both ways you be packing

Nonstop rapping, yo girl tapping me, wrapping me up like a package packing sheet

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet