This is a song about "Mr trigger"

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

In case shit gets trigger itchy

Like hoes down in magic city

Maybe the third trigger

Or something that you paid for

It's like you're my mirror

Your pussy like a trigger,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

And now he's acting bigger but can't pull a trigger

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

I linger, finger on the trigger