This is a song about "Gun blight"

Insubordinate for good reason

I love to pull out my gun

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

New canvas she need a new stroke

They tested with stress that they under

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

Escaping from my fucken gun

Miami nights, ain't another one

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

Now look around you. did you see a gun?

My gun always in range

You promise that's change