This is a song about "I herd gun shots"

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

That's why my gun stay loaded but my goils take them shots for me, shots for me

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

I really wish i had my gun

I bust shots, they bust back

The door crack, niggas all black

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

They keep sendin shots, i might just start

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I take shots while you bitch ass is still missing

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun