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

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

See i'm fuckin' em up and i'm eatin', so fuck y'all haters, y'all can clap with ease,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

Work hard with the pen and pad

And i got that bait, they all bad

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her