This is a song about "Gun on my waist"

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

When my gun got a red dot sight.

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

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

No silence on the gun, its no sound with it

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

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

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun