This is a song about "At 45"

The way she walks and causes a fuss

45. but it ain't enough,

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Cause its been over 45 minutes

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Y'all don't wanna wrestle with this new age future legend/