This is a song about "Point the gun to my temple a contemplating pull the trigger"

Pushing in my mama van

Boomerang, pull the trigger bang bang.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Slave to do all the chores / eleven years old and contemplating

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Boomerang, pull the trigger bang bang.

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

Alright, now before you decide to pull the trigger/

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Scream out come get me put the gun to my head and pull the trigger

So the ones eye has freak don't run

I love to pull out my gun

You thought u was a borough nigga so step down before i pull the trigger

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister