This is a song about "48"

I do the right thing

48. and come back seeking,

Through my path, i'll wander/wanda. i could use a fairy mother

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Wishing my problems away, wiping what might causes the pain

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Reggie hammond, i got 48 hours to spit sixteens,

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream