This is a song about "Marron 47"

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

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

Runnin' weight like the 47 j's i scale

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

They say nothings ever free

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

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

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

47. and com bust into dust,

Trying hard to speak and