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

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Put em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

A 9mm in his backpack,

Top dropped down, black on black

An enemy troop foolishly unloaded his uzi and sprayed

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

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

Put 'em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine"

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast