This is a song about "Gun control"

18 year sentence with no parole

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Just give me a carrot gun

And it weighs a ton

She lashes at me, out of control,

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

I went to get the gun

I wonder so often

He’s tha only one

In the car with a gun,

Just a new system of control.

It's apart of her goal

But really he was always in full control,

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

See with a district columbia vision

Escaping from my fucken gun