This is a song about "Gun money"

We have nothing in common

It is to be a lone gun/

Used to find dope in his coat

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

It ain't about black or white cause we human

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

My gun always in range

I'm autumn leaves change

I love to pull out my gun

Baby you're the one

See with a district columbia vision

I really wish i had my gun

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Ok i hear you talkin

In the car with a gun,