This is a song about "Sex with ir gf gun clap work bounce"

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Must be something you want me to see

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Or should i threat anyone, everyone, outdone with a gun,

Ill cock my thumb back like a hammer stick the whole game up with no gun

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Work hard with the pen and pad

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Miss you more with no bounce

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

//instrumental works well with the flow- wish there was more of a 'clap' in the beat