This is a song about "Gatling gun"

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

They say that karats help your vision

And you can tell everyone

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

And if i want to go outside

When my gun got a red dot sight.

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Gun crime that's run by the

She acting all extra

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen