This is a song about "Automatic guns"

Back with a vengeance

We bustin' like shot guns

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Bitch i got a fully loaded automatic

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Time is automatic

How bout we blow this bit