This is a song about "Agent 47"

He's all expensive like dat nylon

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

3:47 // verse 3: can't sleep like an insomniac

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Pass that, catch back, fast that

"im not saying jack shit"

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Knees dug deep into the pavement

47. and com bust into dust,

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

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time