This is a song about "Russian mafia"

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

Then put it into sex drive

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,