This is a song about "Gun"

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

When something is broken

You talkin bout toting that gun

Mami... she open, she open

Baby, you got that super bass

Thats a nice gun you have

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

I really wish i had my gun

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

My gun always in range

They say that karats help your vision

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

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

We have nothing in common

Escaping from my fucken gun