This is a song about "Packing peanuts"

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

This flow is automatic like i'm packing it in my belt.

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Packing that fo-fo, keep a snub nose by the shelf

Amen, they say you only live once

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Stop pretending that yous packing nines