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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

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

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Sometimes it gets hard to interpret my own mind,

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

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

They had a hell of a run

I love to pull out my gun

Work straight out the kitchen

Grab my knife and my gun