This is a song about "Drum barrel"

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Little nighas talk they shit but never held up a barrel

Cover of the washington post, solbiato apparel

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

I've never kissed a body, so let me kiss a barrel

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

But the barrel doesn't capture the moment

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.

I'm the chosen one: sound the drum, own guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence