This is a song about "Gun girl"

While holding the gun backwards!

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Run away get away ye's got a gun

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

What up girl, tell me how you been

I really wish i had my gun

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

I went to get the gun

But girl you got me open

New canvas she need a new stroke

From blunt smoke to gun smoke