This is a song about "Gun go off"

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

All your runners dip when they hear the gun go off.

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Ten or four, sirens go off as the police pass

Alright y'all, i go off, but not quite like y'all..

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

You go to war for the keys, wanna get off this leash.

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go

I am not the only one

Escaping from my fucken gun

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Well i’m off to thibodaux and whichever way i go,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Killing off bullying one by one, it won't go on endlessly/