This is a song about "I ve got the gun s in glory this bullet comes with a kiss"

I got a cold heart and you're in my sights so here comes the polar front

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Like a south paw you get letand every breath i breathe untill the moment i'm deceased

I got that potentiality to decease whatever comes in like a fucking wild beast

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

I got a head gun for my own sun the one that is done

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

I got up to give my mom a goodnight kiss.

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

The boss, i got the whole game under the gun

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason