This is a song about "Walkin wit my gun"

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I be walkin' in those cyphers when i write this shit, my homie flows,

I walkin alone, i talkin my tone, i am leaving i'm outta here jack

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I really wish i had my gun

We have nothing in common

I make songs about shit for attention

Break my shin wit a breaking pin,

I love to pull out my gun

I pop one, you pop one

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Escaping from my fucken gun