This is a song about "47"

And ill shatter you like glass

Fell asleep in first class

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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

Poke out from behind her

Ryan spits hot fire

"im not saying jack shit"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*