This is a song about "Gun gun"

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

What up girl, tell me how you been

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

Just give me a carrot gun

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Know just what your worth

While holding the gun backwards!

Run away get away ye's got a gun

My talent should take me places i've never been

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women