This is a song about "Yomomma uzi revolver 9mm"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

This mother fucker must be some gutter revolver

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

An enemy troop foolishly unloaded his uzi and sprayed

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

The leader of n.w.a, nobody fucked wit' him, because he had his 9mm loader wit' his pack//

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Firing gunshots towards your ass, 9mm in my right hand grasping the handle like its my dick,

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick