This is a song about "Gun powder"

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

And you can tell everyone

Escaping from my fucken gun

We have nothing in common

I love to pull out my gun

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

In the car with a gun,

What up girl, tell me how you been

I pop one, you pop one

It is to be a lone gun/

Look, another day another dollar

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

A space encounter serving paste and powder