This is a song about "My 45"

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Cause its been over 45 minutes

And now your best friend's having kids

But you hate them navel kisses

45. but it ain't enough,

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

Gotta get join, get the 45 bang

We on a world tour, wale your man

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

This that reggie against the knicks shit, jordan 'gainst the jazz/

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/