This is a song about "How good i am with a gun"

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

I am not a terror is but i know how to write this horror

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

I used to walk with the gun now i walk like a man

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

Am in the game to make a change for the greater good

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,