This is a song about "Lyrical beretta"

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

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

A lyrical gargantuan

What up girl, tell me how you been

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Although the route's foul, we need similac powder

Carol city or was it the west

Got the lyrical intent

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Should be poetic or lyrical

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Directing lyrical miracles, action