This is a song about "Packing starps guns"

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

We race foreign cars, custom models

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Stop pretending that yous packing nines

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns