This is a song about "Lyrical beretta"

I was playing with guns

Some lyrical bullets,

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Directing lyrical miracles, action

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Money goes away with shots from a black beretta

My mouth is like a lyrical beretta, my words are bullets

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I'm the most lyrical individual

Ima lyrical maniac

Naked woman rub my back