This is a song about "Gun blight"

We have nothing in common

Grab my knife and my gun

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

As i light one for ill will

Puts that gun to his temple

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

You talkin bout toting that gun

A real wonder woman

She’s a star if i ever seen one

I love to pull out my gun

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason