This is a song about "45 gang"

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Rapping bout this gang a whole hornets nest.

Cause its been over 45 minutes

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Of the rebel gang captain

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

This is the part where we run hip hop

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

They claim it as their own, africa

So all the hustling for nothing man

Fitting ya without ma gang

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

I was born in a gang territory

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see