This is a song about "My gun"

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

I love to pull out my gun

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Grab my knife and my gun

Ok i hear you talkin

When my gun got a red dot sight.

But if i die tonight

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

My words are like bullets im ready to load it my tongue is the gun

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Fuck life, i’ll cock the gun and pop it, blowing my brains,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains