This is a song about "Colt 45"

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

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

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

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

I'm startin to feel threatened, go ahead and check my method/

45 always tucked in the side

And girl you damn right