This is a song about "48"

Reggie hammond, i got 48 hours to spit sixteens,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

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

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

48. and come back seeking,

Money ain't a thing

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Living with a mininum got me troubled

We original officially the most original

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