This is a song about "Beretta"

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

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Money goes away with shots from a black beretta