This is a song about "Packing"

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

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

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I just might trip on your bitch i'm packing a magnum

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

But then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

I'm gone tripping but bitch i'm packing a magnum

Make them more insecure when they caught one