This is a song about "Gun"

It is to be a lone gun/

This thing that you could imagine

Up on phrases i wrote

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

The gun sounds is essential

As i light one for ill will

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

I went to get the gun

When it's all said and done

Grab my knife and my gun

We have nothing in common