This is a song about "Chev 47"

"im not saying jack shit"

You don't mean that, you faggot

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

I fear no opponent

47. and com bust into dust,

I thought i recognized her

Ryan spits hot fire

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that