This is a song about "Gun no sauce"

Just give me a carrot gun

After the club, gettin you open

You aint no grave digger, now drop the gun 'n stop fuckin with her/

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

Buss a nigga straight headshot, no hesistation my gun shit aint no joke

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Spreading that gospel sauce!

Kirko paint her walls

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

No time but not by a gun in, the face see the way that i pace