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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

I'm mental, it's instrumental

My rhymes from the temple

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Your medulla pull the trigger turn your brain into some noodles

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Should i point this gun at a nun for the sake of watching her run?

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Just take control if you can

Boomerang, pull the trigger bang bang.

And i pull my trigger

It's like you're my mirror

Like don't pull the trigger it ain't worth it

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit