This is a song about "Gun raps"

And all she wants is to dance

Enough of the weakened raps

I love to pull out my gun

Top ranked, number one my son

You talkin bout toting that gun

Hold on you can see my vision

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

You just working with the scraps you was given

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Grab my knife and my gun

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

For setting up traps

And even worse my raps

Can’t you see just how long my run

I really wish i had my gun