This is a song about "Get me a gun"

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

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

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

To get rid of pussy niggas i go grab the gun,

This flow is all mine so get your own gun

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Now look around you. did you see a gun?

Can’t you see just how long my run

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women