This is a song about "Gun you dont have"

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I dont have to rap with you so imma take it to the basic

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

I suggest you practice dude,cause i dont think you have a clue

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

But im here to help, you dont have to feel like this anymore

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

In the chair of confession i dont have the heart to speak to you

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

When you see a star remember that i have a gun.

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Take you we dont ever have to be apart , you gave me life for that you'le always

Thats a nice gun you have

Six and a half

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate