This is a song about "Son of a gun"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Of a gun,but that's everyday shit here

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well