This is a song about "Getting my first gun"

My rap gun shoots no wasted ammunition

They all see my life from a childish position

Then i said i had enough

Baseball is my first love

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I was tired at first, tired of thirst, and getting fucked over

But that’s only my first disguise

I need a backyard full court size

Attention attention, theres a way of getting to first position,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

See, i'm second to no one

Grab my knife and my gun

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls