This is a song about "47"

Ak-47 ready to pull the trigger; cause a massacre

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Put 'em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

So much class, double d’s and ass

And ill shatter you like glass

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Full of shit, like i ate that john

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale