“I seen some cold nights and bloody days. They grab me, bullets spray. They use me wrong, so I sing this song 'til this day.

My body is cold steel, for real, I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed. Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs, Been in the hands of mad thugs.

They feed me when they load me with mad slugs, Seventeen precisely, one in my head. They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead. I'm seven , four pounds, been through so many towns. Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly

Beat up and battered, They pull me out, I watch as niggas scattered. Makin' me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered.

When I'm empty, I'm quiet. Finding myself fiendin' to be fired. A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves, under beds, So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred. Keepin' me full up with hollow heads” - first verse of ‘I gave you power’ by Nas

Heavily based on Nas’ (the 90s gangster rapper, not the one who raps about riding till he can’t no more.) song ‘I Gave You Power’

Basically it’s a song about him, being a sentient gun with thoughts and feelings, and the ability to jam himself to prevent death. However he can’t talk.

Yes this is an objectum and posic bot. I may make another objectim posic bot based off another Nas song lol.

TW