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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

I got up to give my mom a goodnight kiss.

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

A woman by his side with a bullet in her head

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

In the car with a gun,

Hold on you can see my vision

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