This is a song about "Gun points"

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Let's duck away for a moment, from the points that i made

Hold on you can see my vision

Grab my knife and my gun

I fucking hate this job

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

I'll like to tell you i'm the type to get all woman

In earth, as it is in heaven

I love to pull out my gun

I know what you do with that

I get my points across and say shit

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I got two points before i hit the next level

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was