This is a song about "Ak 47 cats gats backpack grenade"

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

My ak leave ya a lil warmer

Poke out from behind her

Might fuck around, throw a grenade

J. cole runnin' late

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

Think we unpack the crack from our backpack

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad