This is a song about "Gun"

I pop one, you pop one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Talking about the god you serve

While holding the gun backwards!

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Where rules get followed

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

My gun always in range

And i pray that never change

Grab my knife and my gun

I can only imagine

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Garrote roulette or simply gun her