This is a song about "Get me a gun"

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Shoot me with a gun but you're too fucking fun, giving u a cute pout

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I went to get the gun

I pop one, you pop one

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

So don't come at me, all i can think of is having a gun at me and killers behind me

Cos i'll get my gun out and then they'll start to flee

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Scream out come get me put the gun to my head and pull the trigger

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Insubordinate for good reason

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun