This is a song about "Walkin wit my gun"

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

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Break my shin wit a breaking pin,

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

I really wish i had my gun

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Escaping from my fucken gun

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

And i doubt that ever change

My gun always in range

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

Fuck life, i’ll cock the gun and pop it, blowing my brains,

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains