This is a song about "44"

Get that h-i cus c simeon got risin stock/

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Came back and scorched y'all the second time/

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Hittin you ventrally and stayin away like you had leprosy/

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Got you hooked when i use the commanding captain voice/

Got older and corrupted, soon chasin big asses/

Together all the timethought it was true love

Aye pitch shift this shit man.

So part of the plan