This is a song about "Beretta"

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

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

She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella

Money goes away with shots from a black beretta

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks