This is a song about "My gun"

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Im young ready to run with my gun silenced

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

Put a squirt gun to my head, abuse myself

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy