This is a song about "Automatic reggie"

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

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

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

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

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Edgy enough to give reggie bush

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

Myself as a prominent figure

I'm on the corner, like reggie miller