This is a song about "Gun spraying"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

So the ones eye has freak don't run

It is to be a lone gun/

And i know that you're open

In the car with a gun,

Escaping from my fucken gun

Work straight out the kitchen

Puts that gun to his temple

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

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

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

Run away get away ye's got a gun