This is a song about "Cannon"

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Now im doing cannon balls

And of course, my car's off course

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Spitting it like a cannon/

They'll have to rename this one

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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