This is a song about "See this gun"

It's trife, the strife inside this life, a knife and gun we carry,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

When you see a star remember that i have a gun.

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Should i point this gun at a nun for the sake of watching her run?

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Cut some slack leave the gun rack this is a fun track

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Sadden to see this box office hit

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

This my moment, i'm ready to explode, the angers rising up drop the gun, i'm goin into medieval mode

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Yes after you see this you'll we waiting