This is a song about "44"

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

This bluegrass biggie flow got you admirin in my afterglow/

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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