This is a song about "Russian"

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian