This is a song about "Walkin wit my gun"

My gun always in range

And i doubt that ever change

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Then i'll maneuver 'n' twist / with my peculiar wit

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

How come my toothpaste says don't swallow wen i'm brushin wit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

Is not far from white girls with big bread

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

Me and my microphone could be one

I really wish i had my gun

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it