This is a song about "My gun"

Cos i'll get my gun out and then they'll start to flee

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

My gun always in range

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Im young ready to run with my gun silenced

When my gun got a red dot sight.

But i gotta make sure i’m right