This is a song about "21 gun salute"

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Me and my microphone could be one

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

Baby girl my stroke official

Peace out, salute with my middle

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

You talkin bout toting that gun

I love to pull out my gun

This thing that you could imagine

Don't refute, or dilute, chemistry so trill make the president salute

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

I went to get the gun

Miami nights, ain't another one