This is a song about "Running gun"

I love to pull out my gun

On the bible you can run

And i listen to common

You talkin bout toting that gun

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

We no longer close or nothing

My balance be so tight rope

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

In the car with a gun,

And it weighs a ton

Lady at the frank stand will

Puts that gun to his temple