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

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

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

You claim you clap rounds but you must mean with a squirt gun

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

In the car with a gun,

And i know that you're open

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

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

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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