This is a song about "Gun smoke"

Grab my knife and my gun

Top ranked, number one my son

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

Run for cover and return fire

Now hey little mama

Gun crime that's run by the

Thats a nice gun you have

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

They say that karats help your vision

Run away get away ye's got a gun

As i light one for ill will

Puts that gun to his temple

And i doubt that ever change

My gun always in range

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke