This is a song about "Gun raps"

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

Ay yo you wonder who i are

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I fucking hate this job

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

And even worse my raps

I love to pull out my gun

On the bible you can run

But somehow it made them listen

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

The gun sounds is essential

The most ill, more drama than denzel

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Takin' breaks will leave you broken