This is a song about "Ak 47s"

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Get an ak and massacre you all with gold all in each coat

Sprayin' like an ak breakin' veins on their way from the brain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

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

I'll come up on ya with an ak or a thompson like i'm n.w.a straight outta

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

My records sell, yes sir

My ak leave ya a lil warmer

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit