This is a song about "Pull a gun on me"

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

On this disorder pull the cord or swing

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

You pull out a gun but that doesn't bother me none/

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

So the ones eye has freak don't run

I love to pull out my gun

Shoot me with a gun but you're too fucking fun, giving u a cute pout

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Never lookin for a handout

Pull me in, throw me out

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none