This is a song about "Automatic reggie"

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Or like a lyrical automatic weapon that's put in a holster

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Reggie hammond, i got 48 hours to spit sixteens,

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

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

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

Straight automatic, with an automatic, from a marijuana addict

I shoot quicker than an automatic gun i'm hard and static

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick