This is a song about "Gun to the head"

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Put a squirt gun to my head, abuse myself

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

But i apologize for not walking you around

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

I gave you the gun.. but not for your head

Hayden pulls out a gun and shoots himself point blank in the head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

To get rid of pussy niggas i go grab the gun,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur