This is a song about "My gun"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Grab my knife and my gun

Girls fast how jamaicans run

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

And when it's said and done

I love to pull out my gun

The next day you is everybody target

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

I know you're in there bitch, i got my gun cocked

My gun always in range

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change