This is a song about "Packing"

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

I'm an attacker packing a magnum in the back of the car

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Stop pretending that yous packing nines