This is a song about "At 45"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This the smoothest shit you heard since the remix to ignition/

I mean shit, half my senior class done went and got arrested/

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I don't usually spit on beats man, i produce em/

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Best shit to come out the ville, call me the bluegrass biggie/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

That offended some of em but go ahead and start protestin'/