This is a song about "Scott gun"

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Puts that gun to his temple

I love to pull out my gun

White with a badge or anyone

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

Up on phrases i wrote

Hell, probably be scott-free, doubt i'd be duly caught

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

I really wish i had my gun

Cold world no blanket son

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

See, i'm second to no one