This is a song about "Marron 47"

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

3:47 // verse 3: can't sleep like an insomniac

Ryan spits hot fire

The only time i flirt with her

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

"im not saying jack shit"

See i let my nigga split that

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Full of shit, like i ate that john