This is a song about "Pixel gun"

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

I want to fight the music on this one

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

In the car with a gun,

Catch you up on places i've been

I fucking hate this job

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I really wish i had my gun

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

While holding the gun backwards!

Can’t you see just how long my run

Grab my knife and my gun

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

I love to pull out my gun