This is a song about "Gun spraying"

Escaping from my fucken gun

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running/

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

It is to be a lone gun/

They'll have to rename this one

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

And i know that you're open

Just give me a carrot gun

There are times when you'll need someone

I really wish i had my gun

When it's all said and done