This is a song about "Flare gun"

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Can’t you see just how long my run

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

I really wish i had my gun

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

When you see a star remember that i have a gun.

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

Cause when i flare it like staring death in the eyes before you say you're goodbyes,

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

I am aware of her fair flare, and that bare skin ready to ensnare

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Flare call sendin out like we got some problems