This is a song about "Pull out the uzi"

They infiltrate our homes, africa

So i, just pull out the bazooka (blah)

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Pull it out, yo heart, the beat, the start you see, every part of me

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Summertime, no doubt, i had to pull the bike out

So she just sit while settling for the lesser

I pull out my 12. gauge i'm the prime bearer

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand

They pull out the sweeper because their cash flow is meager

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Pull your eyes out the back sockets

Been spending most our lives

Baby heading down a cloud

Pull me in, throw me out