This is a song about "Cracker barrel"

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Crack snackers every day call me a fuckin' snack cracker,

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

And wrangle your body till your blood filled the barrel.

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

But the barrel doesn't capture the moment

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Stacking platinum plaques, that cracker is still too action packed,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

A barrel over you eyeliner,