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

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Third ward general, young cash money

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

I grab the bullet, pack it in my gun, send it and finish,

I found her in favela with a bullet in her head

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

I'd rather eat a fucking bullet than put up with this shit

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I gotcha frozen in fear, only need one bullet in the chamber

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent