This is a song about "Aka 47"

On they twitter writing novels, see

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

It to others got two role models aka brothers

This is something different

47. and com bust into dust,

Saying they this and that

"im not saying jack shit"

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Make room for the groom married to his music

So i gave her this candy stick aka long dick

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

No one-half and i hate math

And ill shatter you like glass