This is a song about "Gun fire"

Fire, i deliver

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

Just to let you know, you are

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Escaping from my fucken gun

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

Grab my knife and my gun

But then it caught on fire

Of impactful things one can ask for

I pipe in and one night her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I really wish i had my gun