This is a song about "Gun on my waist"

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Every beautiful women at my waist

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

I love to pull out my gun

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Hold on you can see my vision

Escaping from my fucken gun

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

We're like facial hair, i've got a full beard to my waist

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I'm riding around with my gun on hip