This is a song about "Am 47"

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

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

And all women who had light features, see

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Nobody knows alone i really am

Years later here i am

Well goddamn, now i be the man

3:47 // verse 3: can't sleep like an insomniac

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

The women think i am

Both: this the perfect plan

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Ak-47 ready to pull the trigger; cause a massacre

I ain't trying to be ignorant

47. and com bust into dust,