This is a song about "Uzi gun"

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

I really wish i had my gun

After the club, gettin you open

This thing that you could imagine

Escaping from my fucken gun

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

You a lame ass nigga, who dont deserve a gun

It ain't about black or white cause we human

Grab my knife and my gun

Work straight out the kitchen

Some nights i get really close to squeezing that gun.

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen