This is a song about "The one that got away"

And shots at the niggas that got away

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Don't see that shit bout you, you got one fan

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Like that one whore yeah that one i meet at the store,

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

I got a head gun for my own sun the one that is done

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I got tired of her letting him get away with the beatings

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

The air that consumed me has all but vanished and hid away

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

I hope that you'll remember me when the clouds are away

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Run away get away ye's got a gun