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

Work straight out the kitchen

I went to get the gun

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Good love then i can do that for her

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Im young ready to run with my gun silenced

I really wish i had my gun

See with a district columbia vision

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

To reds i ain't know how to act

So i put the gun to my head and blast,