This is a song about "Bb gun"

Escaping from my fucken gun

I wonder so often

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

Of a gun,but that's everyday shit here

I don't know, obviously i disappear

I fucking hate this job

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Just give me a carrot gun

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Puts that gun to his temple

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

I went to get the gun

This thing that you could imagine