This is a song about "Gun to the head"

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

The beatles to nirvana, take the gun outta his hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

New canvas she need a new stroke

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Don't think it through don't take it to the head

Head to the beach and try to sink

And you could find interest

Think? look what she's done! your hate is to great to forget the gun/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done