This is a song about "Drum barrel"

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

As ya look into my barrel,

This bag is from seattle

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

A barrel over you eyeliner,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

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