This is a song about "Gun blast"

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Pooping - having a blast,

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Just give me a carrot gun

Cold world no blanket son

And blast you with his fucking

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Bitch coming at you fast with a blast

You stood me up and i understand

To blast out that pipebomb rhyme

And just in time your head is mine

Escaping from my fucken gun

I lost my connection with my woman