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

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

So leave it up to me i'll cut your head off like the taliban in pakistan

That damier bag i bought her

Your pussy like a 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

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

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one