This is a song about "No gun allow"

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

I call em up, they might fall through

Allow me to educate you

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

No time but not by a gun in, the face see the way that i pace

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

See i let my nigga split that

But if you just allow me to show it,

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Grab my knife and my gun

Girls fast how jamaicans run

No matter if he had a gun or if he tried to run.

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often