This is a song about "A gun"

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Ill cock my thumb back like a hammer stick the whole game up with no gun

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

And get on down with this thc vision

It is to be a lone gun/

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Me and my microphone could be one

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

So you better run before you get shot by a gun

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison