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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

My respect for you becomes worse and decreases

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

So if i do call it's just a check

Driving my car to a foreign place

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Escaping from my fucken gun

When something is broken

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I don't trust no one

Grab my knife and my gun