This is a song about "Russian rolet"

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky