This is a song about "Gatling gun"

And i listen to common

In the car with a gun,

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Ross and folarin, couple women

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Where rules get followed

I really wish i had my gun

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Now hey little mama

Gun crime that's run by the

Catch you up on places i've been

It is to be a lone gun/

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

To move along, it's even harder