This is a song about "Kel tec"

Nervous wrecks, i'm 'bout to burst the tec, missile testing,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Move like i’m walking with an open case

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Nervous wrecks, i'm 'bout to burst the tec, missile testing,

Ah yes, once again, i cock the tec or ruger,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

And the mass of my tec will cause massive effect

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed