This is a song about "Ak fourty seven"

Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Get it back and shit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Take this back to seventeen seventy seven

Its seven, now pinch it

And i must admit

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

This obsession for rap started when i was seven

Yo....you know i'm five seven/

Hoes row got beans in them

There's nothin' like where i come from

Seventeen eighty seven