This is a song about "Gunna"

But i guess you think that i wasnt gunna find out

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

You aint gunna find her, mantel her from behind ima grind her

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

The boa know they loving the crew

Or its gunna be you

Mess with me you gunna get your head split

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Malia family, we the family

These young dudes are gunna wanna be me

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

What can i say you gunna hate and use racial slang

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

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders