This is a song about "Gun"

So chase the air hide your stash

Thats a nice gun you have

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

I went to get the gun

Catch you up on places i've been

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Puts that gun to his temple

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

I wonder why we take from our women

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.