This is a song about "47"

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

And ill shatter you like glass

While i'm rubbing on that ass

They say nothings ever free

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

And the word most important

47. and com bust into dust,

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

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

She crazy, that stalker shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine