This is a song about "45"

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Rioting with two .45's on me residing to the side of me like body guards who'd fight for me//

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

We on a world tour, wale your man

Gotta get join, get the 45 bang

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This the smoothest shit you heard since the remix to ignition/