This is a song about "Respect my gun"

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

I want to fight the music on this one

Escaping from my fucken gun

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

If i don't get the respect for my speech craft

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

But respect is more real, and ambition is my true key

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

I love to pull out my gun

Think fast, fast women