Contextual Analysis of "7.62" in Lyrics

wrap a qp that's some gift wrap halmes

off swerve get a pack where my wrist at halmes?

he a pawn

i'm in the hood

young nigga plugged in like an aux

backdoor your man

we ain't worried 'bout shit

tryna rip through his body

i need the scripts like it's java

they look like magic markers

et au tier-quar

avant

5.56 pour le taff

du vicks et de la coke sur les balles de mon calibre pour tous les enrhumer

i'll bust a nigga head

money on my mind

i make a cold mess

i was really in the kitchen makin' soda stretch

9's and.45's

deer hunting rifle shells

do not turn his music on that's that cap

i might splatter his blood on the wall no graffiti

ooh

ooh

a quoi sert l'pare-balles? tu peux ramener meme oliver kahn

j'la mets direct lucarne

tip her

i call on these hoes like a whistle

y'a des sommes des soldats

11.43

et leur trou d'balle avec du cumin

leche-moi la queue et le fiacre

we ain't never callin' off the phone until these niggas gone

i done cried a shit so many tears on every song