This is a song about "I herd gun shots"

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

I love to pull out my gun

Insubordinate for good reason

When rappers try and burn me i hit 'em with the coldest shots,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

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

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

She vying for number one, tryna be number one