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

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Bitches might burn you; they runnin' with that clap too

Bet i'm heavy with that

Work hard with the pen and pad

Tear 'em up, each and every son, with any gun,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

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

And in love with her, lets have sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps