This is a song about "Beretta"

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

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

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

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

She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella

Money goes away with shots from a black beretta