This is a song about "Packing my shit"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

The next day you is everybody target

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

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

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Chyper shit,your brain wire it,to like my shit,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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