This is a song about "I don t want to get the firearm out"

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

I can only imagine, uncle bob

The police came after us, i didn’t want to get caught

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Lady g, willy b in time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I want to feel the elevation

So fuck the speculation

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed