This is a song about "Getting my first gun"

This is my first cypher,

I don’t care where ya are

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Escaping from my fucken gun

Cold, my style making my nose run

I love to pull out my gun

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Driving my car to a foreign place

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

And i like my marijuana bright

When my gun got a red dot sight.

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

And i guess since this is my first rap im getting nervous so thats a wrap

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Flying first class on my airplane