This is a song about "Everyone respects the killer except the one in front of the gun"

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

And deal with the hell that was in front of me,

Third ward general, young cash money

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

They had a hell of a run

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Head to the sheets where you strip in front of me

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Grinding real hard got the green in the front of the car, smoke coming out of

When it's all said and done

In the car with a gun,

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room