This is a song about "Gun play"

See, i'm second to no one

Escaping from my fucken gun

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Puts that gun to his temple

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.

I love to pull out my gun

I told him get his 9 and run

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Y'all can't stick to no g code

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

I really wish i had my gun

I went to get the gun

Catch you up on places i've been