This is a song about "44"

Gotta apologize to the coroner for the beat's severed extremities/

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Got older and corrupted, soon chasin big asses/

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Came back and scorched y'all the second time/

Guess that means you can never be mine

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Take some from the early bird and start chargin per compliment/