This is a song about "Gun fighting"

Just give me a carrot gun

This thing that you could imagine

You just keep on fighting

And my grandmother dying

But im sick of the fighting

Frightening, so fucking frightening

I lost my connection with my woman

Escaping from my fucken gun

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Bun b, i’m underground king

Keep fighting , keep believing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

And getting money is the song i sing