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

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

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

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Im young ready to run with my gun silenced

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

You wield a gun but i'm the only one to spill my guts,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand