This is a song about "Gun powder"

And get on down with this thc vision

Escaping from my fucken gun

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

I really wish i had my gun

Me and my microphone could be one

I got that powder, i got that white

I plead with em, the system ain't right

I know everything cause i got power, no more pushin' powder,

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Threw in some talcum powder, cause sweats too gross

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Just give me a carrot gun

Go where you ain't been

I love to pull out my gun

When something is broken