This is a song about "Packing the mill"

But five years from now i bet she see

Packing a mack in the back of the ac

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Rapping with meek mill and the whole entire dream chasers.

I aint got the sun in my pocket, but i stay packing heat

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

Cause both ways you be packing

Bun b, i’m underground king