This is a song about "Gun in the ya r"

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Around a bonfire, buried the gun in the mud like i was taught to,

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Of masc to the field and double to the r

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

Cuz the gun is at ya dome you don't want to hear it talk

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Kill ya, you in the afterlife