This is a song about "Oliver archer"

And then along came the wrong man for her

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

We don't get along now

Give an applause, take my bow

Im still here but i can't skate

Late night, wind of change blows straight

You haters put up your guards

Tug these sleeves up my arms

And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

I pull out my 12. gauge i'm the prime bearer

Account overdraft what i got this debit for