This is a song about "Gun shots gangters bloods"

Just give me a carrot gun

Two reflections into one

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

Can’t you see just how long my run

You talkin bout toting that gun

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

But five years from now i bet she see

Im throwin' shots to yo body

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

And burn you so bad bloods ask "you ok cripple"