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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Hayden pulls out a gun and shoots himself point blank in the head

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

To get rid of pussy niggas i go grab the gun,

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

The numbers burst my head

You already know you're dead