This is a song about "Gun shots and ridin"

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

And all the other silenced victims when they're taking shots with,

You know i was ridin’ and you switched up a gear or two

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Ambition is definitely on the way

And shots at the niggas that got away

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Tear 'em up, each and every son, with any gun,

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun