This is a song about "Gun gun"

I love to pull out my gun

Top ranked, number one my son

Hold on you can see my vision

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Gun crime that's run by the

Coroners comfort your mama

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

So you better run before you get shot by a gun

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Just give me a carrot gun

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one