This is a song about "Gun and poshons"

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

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

Yo just drop the gun and we can get you in to a mental institution/

I shoot quicker than an automatic gun i'm hard and static

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Tear 'em up, each and every son, with any gun,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Well bitch you better run cause this gun i got will overrun you and

You is not hip then i can not coach her

And i just bought a new ray gun from the future

It ain't where i been

Grab my knife and my gun

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

I live by chekhov's gun and now i'm firing it, revising all the time admiring it,