This is a song about "Ak s and nines"

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

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

When i get my hands on nines

There is a light that shines

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

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

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

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

This ain't gta, grab that ak, brace and run this archaic district/

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick