This is a song about "Automatic guns"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

She's cute but her forehead's big

Full clip an automatic

Time is automatic

State flow hard dick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

To the jurrasic, in fact the nack's almost automatic

Shout out to ree, automatic victory.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

That was my influence

We bustin' like shot guns