This is a song about "Gun dealers"

Just give me a carrot gun

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

All these dealers sayin' that they flexin' the metal,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

It's mystical, the way them dealers got the swimming pools,

Got hu women frostburg women

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

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

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason