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

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

I gave you the gun.. but not for your head

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

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Put a squirt gun to my head, abuse myself

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

This is like love, that you can never get

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got