This is a song about "Fourty five"

Bitches is artificially duck

That tre five seven stay tuck

Its been five years and here comes another

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

They can no longer strive, no one else is alive, high five.

She likes the way it hits her lips

Been on the streets for five years

Twenty five ounces got me thinking clear

Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Yo....you know i'm five seven/

The first five minutes is swell.

Dmv they know me well