This is a song about "Ive got the gun s in glory"

And who's to blame?me. ive got more skill purely in my pinky finger,

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

Mic crazytyga man, i'm part asian

The boss, i got the whole game under the gun

So i'll sit here in purgatory, waiting for my morning glory,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

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