This is a song about "Putting the gun to my head"

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Put a squirt gun to my head, abuse myself

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Go to bed. lay down my head. wait for the sun.

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

My words are like bullets im ready to load it my tongue is the gun

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

Yes it's me again i'm putting the pen to the pad,