This is a song about "Reggie willey"

Reggie hammond, i got 48 hours to spit sixteens,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

With out people like reggie, jay-z, tupac and biggie

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,