This is a song about "I got the 44"

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Gotta apologize to the coroner for the beat's severed extremities/

I got here in the game,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

I got the music inside

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

I got the hood behind me

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Then look at all the game i got

I don't wanna leave the house i got

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god