This is a song about "Gun shota"

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Puts that gun to his temple

Lady at the frank stand will

Because that is when them gun sprays

Say you through will all my foul ways

While holding the gun backwards!

Know just what you worth

Cold, my style making my nose run

Just give me a carrot gun

Me and my microphone could be one

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

Ross and folarin, couple women