This is a song about "Pineapple bluberry n ak"

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

This ain't gta, grab that ak, brace and run this archaic district/

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

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

And oh, i gotta find my way

When the ak sprays like the kkk

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

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

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Plus out ak, grab that az, the kp cb nothing phase me

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see