This is a song about "Mental gun fire"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

With my infinite potential and my capitalistic mental,

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

Why me, i say it cause we number one

In the car with a gun,

This thing that you could imagine

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

You mental state deteriorates n,

Me and my microphone could be one

You talkin bout toting that gun

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

I told him get his 9 and run

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Hes fucking insane, retartedly mental

My trademark im small and mental!

Yes bitch, that's a presidential