This is a song about "Firing"

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

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

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

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

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick