This is a song about "Ak s and nines"

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

When i get my hands on nines

All the time with this glock of mines

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

Ak tony montano

But now the dough like kaiser bro

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

Chasing money in the city of crime

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine