This is a song about "A gun won t kill me"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

It's plain to see mistakes aren't me, you'll know which way won

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

We have nothing in common

Just give me a carrot gun

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

To me its fun, when i kill a son

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done