This is a song about "Gun battle"

I love to pull out my gun

Top ranked, number one my son

This bag is from seattle

Bet i'm top in battle/

Puts that gun to his temple

I'm mental, it's instrumental

I wonder so often

Escaping from my fucken gun

I really wish i had my gun

Miami nights, ain't another one

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Fuck the rules of this battle,

As i light one for ill will

Ever since then i had no job

From blunt smoke to gun smoke