This is a song about "Im a gun man"

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Just to match the grind with precision

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Im fuckin hoes that got a man,

Im just a man writin rhymes harder than technology

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Can you picture my specific plan

Im the motherfucking man

But what can i say, im just a man with his flaws

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Cause u know that this my jam

Yourself of how im the man