This is a song about "Pulling the trigger"

And you don't think i'd hit the trigger?

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

And with these thoughts i feel the goodness slowly pulling away.

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I linger, finger on the trigger

Whenever things are blurring don't press the trigger

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

They tryin to say that i don't care

The trigger or the chair

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

Don't know what will come, one word can pull the trigger

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

White person, got my middle finger on the trigger