This is a song about "44"

Got older and corrupted, soon chasin big asses/

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Hittin you ventrally and stayin away like you had leprosy/

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

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