This is a song about "Gun sounds"

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Sounds nice to me, hey what about you

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Hazy sounds make it difficult to concentrate

You talkin bout toting that gun

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Ok i hear you talkin

Just give me a carrot gun

Ur style fuckin sounds all the same,

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Some ca green, sounds like terrific

Even though it sounds absurd

And i been all around the world