This is a song about "These gun i got"

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

These years i got they names in my swears

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Yeah i got the brains, but i'd rather test these strains

Yeah i got the brains, but i'd rather test these strains

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

From my birth, i got the nerve to serve people with these diverse rhymes in these

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

I'm making these fuckers know what i got out of life/

Who know this be the life that i really live

In my mind i got these demons

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix