This is a song about "These gun i got"

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

But i got these shitty jobs, and look at me, i’m educated,

But to these other niggas, randy and great, as close i got,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

You know...you know who you are

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

These days, i don’t really got time to play

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

In my mind i got these demons

The jiggas and the tips

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

I love to pull out my gun

Tryna find the one