This is a song about "No gun game"

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Stupid-ass, he been in the game like basketball, but no,

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

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Like a poker game, make no mistake, i show restraint?

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

No silence on the gun, its no sound with it

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Its not a game, ain't no cheat codes,

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days