This is a song about "Single barrel shot gun"

So you better run before you get shot by a gun

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

I’ll be there every single night

No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Guns so big my barrel is a double muzzle

Our ways of complaining about haters every single

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You talkin bout toting that gun

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Escaping from my fucken gun

Ross and folarin, couple women

#1 (#single #syllables)

Good kids make bad grown ups