This is a song about "Cannon"

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Don't care about cool fashion/i'm a loose cannon

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Workin' like a robot, and carry the heavy cannon,

Alcohol and booty calls

Now im doing cannon balls

Spitting it like a cannon/

Baby you're the one

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon