This is a song about "My gun"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

I really wish i had my gun

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My rap gun shoots no wasted ammunition

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

When my gun got a red dot sight.

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside