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

And please never disrespect my set

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

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Im young ready to run with my gun silenced

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Sometimes it gets hard to interpret my own mind,

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Escaping from my fucken gun

Why me, i say it cause we number one

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse