This is a song about "Ar 15 gun"

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

I grab the bullet, pack it in my gun, send it and finish,

You talkin bout toting that gun

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

I really wish i had my gun

Got hu women frostburg women

For those whey no fit dey fix son

I went to get the gun

Might as well hand em a gun if you give him the pen and pad

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab