This is a song about "Russian girl"

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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