This is a song about "Colt 45"

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

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

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Cause its been over 45 minutes

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

I think found where your mind was

45. but it ain't enough,

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

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Rioting with two .45's on me residing to the side of me like body guards who'd fight for me//

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby