This is a song about "Walkin wit my gun"

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

My rap gun shoots no wasted ammunition

I really wish i had my gun

On the bible you can run

You gotta make sure you aim right

When my gun got a red dot sight.

I know that love it could begin

Break my shin wit a breaking pin,

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

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

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

And any connotation is viewed many ways

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

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone