This is a song about "Drum barrel"

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

A barrel over you eyeliner,

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

And wrangle your body till your blood filled the barrel.

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,