This is a song about "Ar 15 gun"

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

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

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Escaping from my fucken gun

In earth, as it is in heaven

Grab my knife and my gun

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

If you ever see me? i'mma be clappin'; the ar!

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

You talkin bout toting that gun

See, i'm second to no one

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

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