This is a song about "Firing"

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Firing random lines my words start to cause a lyrical fission

Cos i'm a loose canon firing at everyone, even my own patrons

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

Firing gunshots towards your ass, 9mm in my right hand grasping the handle like its my dick,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I live by chekhov's gun and now i'm firing it, revising all the time admiring it,

Your white and tryna act black , stick to being white i'll stick to firing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring