This is a song about "Gun powder"

This thing that you could imagine

Run away get away ye's got a gun

I got that powder, i got that white

But i gotta make sure i’m right

When something is broken

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

We about to set this bitch on fire

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

Grab my knife and my gun

Fuck it, i'm done

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen