This is a song about "Guns on deck"

I also wrote you a song it's in your tape deck

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

These chalance give me balance

We bustin' like shot guns

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Part of me ought to be a ship cause i keep her on deck,

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

You can't evade my guns,

That was my influence

One time for the ville that cole rep

A shit wrecked ship, lose grip, slipping on the deck