This is a song about "Walkin wit my gun"

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

They say that i never cease to amaze

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

I really wish i had my gun

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

To take all those wrongs and make them right

When my gun got a red dot sight.

But you make my stomach do flips and i love your wit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that