This is a song about "I got that ak 47"

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Why you call me back? don't lie

I got that shit, that makes you high

This ain't gta, grab that ak, brace and run this archaic district/

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Or all the times that i got lit.

I got that gold cemetery flow

But seemingly believe it though