This is a song about "Firing"

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

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 can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Firing random lines my words start to cause a lyrical fission

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

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

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