This is a song about "Ak 47 around my motha fuckin shoulder"

Told you camp lo was my favorite

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

Sitting on my shoulder, my heart is getting colder

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

I hope this explains why this chip's on my shoulder

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

You redundant, you never ever change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge