Literally speaking out of pocket can get yo ass flipped, 38 special when I get the 45 grip gamble for ya life, rolling dice, it was 456 I crapped out, get mapped out and smokin like 45 zips smell the linger in the air from the liquor and gun smoke the son tote bigger weapons then kinfolks the shells go, right into your temple I let it off, quicker than Latifah from set it off, them metal bars have you niggas shaking like meta pause, I goes in, harder then the pistol you holdin or deeper then that pussy you hold in, either way I get paid, you see my jewelry be frozen my bold friends, a pop ya ass in broad daylight, ya bitch yelling "dont shoot em", I hope the broad pay right, or they might, put her ass in a ditch witcha, just understand that I'm painting a big picture, like a knife in your side, I hope this shit stick with ya, body like the barrel on a beretta, u can get disfigured