This is a song about "Gun show"

My life ain't a tv show.

Get you high, keep it on the low

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

I wonder so often

It is to be a lone gun/

Mami... she open, she open

Escaping from my fucken gun

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I fucking hate this job

Just give me a carrot gun

They had a hell of a run

While holding the gun backwards!

So you finally got the nerve

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Rolling in more green than a hole in one