This is a song about "44"

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

Came back and scorched y'all the second time/

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop