This is a song about "Walkin wit my gun"

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Break my shin wit a breaking pin,

Riding around without a fuck given

I can only imagine

Escaping from my fucken gun

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Coz i got gun and my butterfly