This is a song about "Automatic guns"

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

How to fix this, need a mechanic/ if only recovery was automatic/

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

I'm lethal like an automatic, the illmatic sequel

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Lyrically i'm extravagant fully automatic the devils advocate,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

You see automatic, few flee, ought-ta have it