This is a song about "Pulling the trigger with a gun up to your head"

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Witches tongue, trigger happy finger on the bristling gun

Ill cock my thumb back like a hammer stick the whole game up with no gun

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

To the oppressed out there, go on, just keep your head up

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

I can feel your heart beating fast

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

I got a head gun for my own sun the one that is done

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone