This is a song about "Respect my gun"

My father inspired me, he influenced me, he was the one who deserved my respect.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I'm positive you poppin' shit, respect my conglomerate,

Cause my life isn't worth living without his respect,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Now i grab my gun and blast my rhymes

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I really wish i had my gun

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

My rap gun shoots no wasted ammunition

My respect for you becomes worse and decreases

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz