This is a song about "Firing"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Firing random lines my words start to cause a lyrical fission

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

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

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

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

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

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