This is a song about "Gun holster"

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Because that is when them gun sprays

In the car with a gun,

My drive is like no one

It is to be a lone gun/

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Ok i hear you talkin

You talkin bout toting that gun

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

The gun sounds is essential

So what you've heard is the fix like super

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

And i doubt that ever change

My gun always in range