This is a song about "I need a gun"

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

I really wish i had my gun

I'm caged up in state prison

I still got haters

Think i need a new purse

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

Or should i threat anyone, everyone, outdone with a gun,

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

I need a 17 bra manage

So y'all can cope n' touch