This is a song about "Look down my barrel"

She caught up in my love triangle

As ya look into my barrel,

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

I look down but surprising i don't feel sick

Listening to aston martin music music

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

I sit and dont say a word i just look down at my blouse

Why do we look so down on stack of ones?

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs