This is a song about "44"

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

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

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

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Got older and corrupted, soon chasin big asses/