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

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

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

The numbers burst my head

If your man want to bet

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

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

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Seeing the world got me putting shit on my shoulders

I love to pull out my gun

Go where you ain't been

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

I understand, i'm back by popular demand