This is a song about "Beretta"

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Money goes away with shots from a black beretta

She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella

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

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

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

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta