This is a song about "Gun shot to the head"

Its worse then grieving maybe tonight im leavin( *gun shot*)

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Claiming you tough when you too scared to get the flu shot

Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Scream out come get me put the gun to my head and pull the trigger

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

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

See with a district columbia vision

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Clear a path to the goal, make the straight shot fast

I got a head gun for my own sun the one that is done

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden