This is a song about "Hun"

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

My turf, strong nerve, never on the reverse, stay rehearsed or cursed,

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

Don't try to push me hun.. all i need is pussy...so ride my gun like a bitch on heat/

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Hun it will never be fun

On, but they can't play with that round thing hun / seems to me they're repeating none

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

Fuck this is fun... now nod your head in agreement hun.

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit