This is a song about "Kk 47"

*aight now its time for t smallz to hop on dis shit*

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

He's all expensive like dat nylon

When you took my hand up so calm

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

And bijies like im out and

47. and com bust into dust,

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

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

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Ak-47 ready to pull the trigger; cause a massacre

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine