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

I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

The rest gets set in my blender to be fed to my irish setter

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

I love to pull out my gun

All the girls really want is fun

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I went to get the gun

They'll have to rename this one

Escaping from my fucken gun

For those whey no fit dey fix son

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

And finally, everyone got their own problems