This is a song about "Gun raps"

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

This thing that you could imagine

And even worse my raps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

But you don't have a chance

Enough of the weakened raps

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

We have nothing in common

Escaping from my fucken gun