This is a song about "Gun on my waist"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I love to pull out my gun

There are times when you'll need someone

This thing that you could imagine

I really wish i had my gun

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

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Killa never let the drama slide

When my gun got a red dot sight.