This is a song about "Guns to my head"

My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Try to take my guns, hah that's just fine

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

And my head i got to keep it

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

My head was not small enough to fit this room

You can't evade my guns,

Guess they ran out of options

Im starting to see guns and knives

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet