This is a song about "Ar 15 gun"

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Two reflections into one

We have nothing in common

I went to get the gun

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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

Escaping from my fucken gun

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Just give me a carrot gun

I told him get his 9 and run

A smile gets ya far, but a smile 'n a gun gets ya farther

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

I don't drive by, i walk up to random people with a gun