This is a song about "Drum barrel"

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

But the barrel doesn't capture the moment

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

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

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

You're forced to rewrite every line hit, pause, drum snare or rhymes spit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Guns so big my barrel is a double muzzle