This is a song about "Single barrel shot gun"

Call this the money shot

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

I wonder so often

In the car with a gun,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Escaping from my fucken gun

As ya look into my barrel,

Lady at the frank stand will

And wrangle your body till your blood filled the barrel.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will