This is a song about "Packing my shit"

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

All my women fly as shit,

Well, i can handle that

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

I love the way you're standing

Cause both ways you be packing

Amen, they say you only live once

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs