This is a song about "Gun holster"

I lost my connection with my woman

Escaping from my fucken gun

Just give me a carrot gun

But girl you got me open

We have nothing in common

I went to get the gun

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I fucking hate this job

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

Or like a lyrical automatic weapon that's put in a holster

I really wish i had my gun

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

See with a district columbia vision