This is a song about "Revolver"

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

Put em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Put 'em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine"

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

This mother fucker must be some gutter revolver

Pulls out a revolver/six shots/ cops called/ to put the screaming to a stop/

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Put 'em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

If you got one you can speak to my revolver have that shit give you a clip that's 365 days