This is a song about "Gun clapped"

My gun always in range

And i pray that never change

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

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

It is to be a lone gun/

When it's all said and done

I can only imagine

Grab my knife and my gun

I love to pull out my gun

Well baby bot there ain't no question

I hit your block and we can box for fun

You talkin bout toting that gun