This is a song about "Gun raps"

Now if you give us a chance

She like when i rap raps

They had a hell of a run

Escaping from my fucken gun

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

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

While holding the gun backwards!

Talking of the gods you serve

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Got hu women frostburg women

My gun always in range

Said her hearts, in a cage

I love to pull out my gun

Me and my microphone could be one

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Thats a nice gun you have