This is a song about "Beretta"

Money goes away with shots from a black beretta

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

Go run and hide before i let the beretta guide through your mind

My mouth is like a lyrical beretta, my words are bullets

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks