This is a song about "Gon"

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

She gon get this work all night

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

Gon be shoved the hell outta my way

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Never gon' be old shit

I know what you do with that

What the fuck happened to rap when

That gon' be the realist tell em