This is a song about "My gun shoots"

Gun control means using both hands in my land

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Just to match the grind with precision

Escaping from my fucken gun

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

When my gun got a red dot sight.

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

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