This is a song about "My gun shoots"

I know you're in there bitch, i got my gun cocked

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Hayden pulls out a gun and shoots himself point blank in the head

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Cos i'll get my gun out and then they'll start to flee

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

So should i grab a gun/ surly flail my firearm/

And i pray that never change

My gun always in range