This is a song about "Gunna"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.

Your whole crew gunna claim treason

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

I'm thirsty for some blood your probably gunna need a big hearse

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

The day before is better than the present

You can try to put me down but im not gunna rest

You aint going anywhere i aint gunna let go,

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Now i'm gunna take what is mine

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Gunna slip if i try and do it

The dead society of a poet

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

For the first time ever, i'm gunna be a uncle