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

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

How bout we blow this bit

Think we unpack the crack from our backpack

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

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