This is a song about "A gun in yo face"

Yo are a pain in the ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Drive off in the sunset with a smile on my face.

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Around a bonfire,buried the gun in the mud like i was taught too

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

A face of evil in a new form

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Like in real life i've never lost a gun fight

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Where would i be without my dogs

Dumb asses hide the gun in a shoe box,

No time but not by a gun in, the face see the way that i pace

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face