This is a song about "Gun wot"

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Because that is when them gun sprays

The gun sounds is essential

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

Catch you up on places i've been

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Of a gun,but that's everyday shit here

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women