This is a song about "Automatic"

#you #see automatic, few flee, ought-ta have it

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

My sick rhymes got you woozy yo, an automatic oozy flow

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

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

I think faster than semi automatic,i make people disappear with this magic

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Full clip an automatic

I'mma make it rain trick

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

This flow is automatic like i'm packing it in my belt.

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed