This is a song about "At 45"

But hey fuck y'all if ya don't use em.

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

45. but it ain't enough,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

I been strivin for mine ever since i left brittania court/

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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