This is a song about "Cannon"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Throwing faggots to the wolves y'all niggas is some cannon fodder

Now im doing cannon balls

Kirko paint her walls

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I have a dick like a cannon and sperm like a cannonball

Spitting it like a cannon/

Well that's not happening captain

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon