This is a song about "Gun it down"

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

You come around, gun ‘em down, you’ll get beaten up,

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I went to grab my gun, that's when her ass put it on me

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Run em down, gun em down, bitches start hollerin'

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit