This is a song about "My mouth is a weapon"

Let me put my mouth where you booty is, boo

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

I pop one, you pop one

I'mma use my head as a weapon

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Summertime and the sun is out a couple more lines comin out my mouth

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

Like the wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon.

She never ready to go so she forever come

My talent should take me places i've never been

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house