This is a song about "Drum barrel"

A barrel over you eyeliner,

When it comes to spitting that fire

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Stand up misses i love your ambition

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

Suckin on the barrel of my semi automatic

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq