This is a song about "Running with a gun"

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Now i'm comming after you with a gun fully loaded

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Well be running a muck with our music, doorlists and business

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Shoot me with a gun but you're too fucking fun, giving u a cute pout

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison