This is a song about "X gon"

Look inside my closet

Aint gon repeat this shit

Never gon' be old shit

Razor grips, laser spit

Lemonhead end up dead

I slapped an x on your head

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Gon' #throw #up-wards though, disposing the resistance

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Or music you gon slang to

Streets is calling you

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Taliban swag, my career gon' blow up