This is a song about "Colt 45"

I mean shit, half my senior class done went and got arrested/

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

To take all those wrongs and make them right

45 always tucked in the side

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

45. but it ain't enough,

I think found where your mind was

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

This the smoothest shit you heard since the remix to ignition/