This is a song about "My gun gets to clappin"

Man my flow really gets to them,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

I went to grab my gun, that's when her ass put it on me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Im young ready to run with my gun silenced

A smile gets ya far, but a smile 'n a gun gets ya farther

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Gun to my waist heart beating like im in a mutha fuckin chase