This is a song about "Gun and poshons"

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Cos i'll get my gun out and then they'll start to flee

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

The little stands for lil and the gun stands for tommy

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

I just want to feel the sun, one more time before i take this gun and

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june