This is a song about "Kel tec"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

And the mass of my tec will cause massive effect

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

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

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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