This is a song about "Gun blight"

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

Puts that gun to his temple

As i light one for ill will

Me and my microphone could be one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I see you wack-ass rappers as a blight, infection/

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

Ross and folarin, couple women

Now look around you. did you see a gun?

Riding around without a fuck given

Yeah bitch this date's done

I went to get the gun

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun