This is a song about "I herd gun shots"

See, where i come from is hard

They keep sendin shots, i might just start

But i just divert and exert this seemingly inert absurd word you herd

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

I take shots while you bitch ass is still missing

I love to pull out my gun

I pop one, you pop one

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

Why you call me back? don't lie

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

The boss, i got the whole game under the gun

Make them more insecure when they caught one

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,