This is a song about "Gun to my brain"

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

It went from comin home late to inhalin smoke in my brain

Cos i'll get my gun out and then they'll start to flee

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Will somebody please show me how

To be worrying about my brain cells now.

Escaping from my fucken gun

I hit your block and we can box for fun

I love to pull out my gun

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Sometimes its hard to write these raps, since my brain is crowded.

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

I like to fuck up my brain

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,