This is a song about "My gun"

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Driving my car to a foreign place

When i get my hands on nines

Now i grab my gun and blast my rhymes

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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