This is a song about "Gon"

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

"contemplate", i wrote about her

And i don’t even think i'm gon finish

And wonder how we ever came to this

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Yeah, it's all natural baby

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

I'm never gon let you forget it.

Detroit boy gon' fly, gon' get popped and land in novi

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Competition be tight, but am still gon' win

All up under the covers day

Cause someday this rap shit gon' pay.

Gon' #throw #up-wards though, disposing the resistance

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits