This is a song about "Drawn"

Wack ass pawns- no stacked stats drawn- half ass prawns

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

When i slit them with a knife, drawn from my hip,

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Lock it, make sure, that all of your shotguns are drawn,

Do you like being a pawn? like having a drawn

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,