This is a song about "Hand on the gun"

If dey had it'd be easy to put the gun up on the shelf

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Gonna step on the stage, take the mic outta my hand?

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

I went to get the gun

Go where you ain't been

In the car with a gun,

Mami... she open, she open

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Ban on bandana, go bananas on the other hand