This is a song about "Chev 47"

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

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

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

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

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

And ill shatter you like glass

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass