This is a song about "45"

I don't usually spit on beats man, i produce em/

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Gotta get join, get the 45 bang

Like as if i didn’t know man

I been strivin for mine ever since i left brittania court/

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Blew money like six crips

Cause its been over 45 minutes

I get my cake; i love hip hop

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