This is a song about "44"

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

This bluegrass biggie flow got you admirin in my afterglow/

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Got older and corrupted, soon chasin big asses/

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Aye pitch shift this shit man.

Just take control if you can

Be careful tho bruh, the populace cares how you been marketed/

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

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