This is a song about "Survive by da gun"

Will somebody please show me how

Da da da da then, it hit me now, oh wow!

So you better run before you get shot by a gun

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

Memorize the things needed to survive,

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I don't drive by, i walk up to random people with a gun

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

Made a nigga have to spit to survive

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I live by chekhov's gun and now i'm firing it, revising all the time admiring it,

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

Bothers me that i fight to survive