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

Said when i do dirt wit her

My ak leave ya a lil warmer

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

Our vision never changed, we self made

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I got 2 lethals and a grenade

Redbox flow and i do not date

Might fuck around, throw a grenade