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

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All my nigears r in the projects

Then some lady named billie holiday

Cuz gun play, might end ya up by the run way

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Kill ya, you in the afterlife

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna 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 wonder why we take from our women

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see