This is a song about "You aint got a gun or a bitch"

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

You just cant match this, a psychopathic with tactics u aint ready yet bitch go practice!

You aint even got a pack

The pioneer of the coke rap

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Burn one like nero, got a gun like a hero

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble

You aint got permission to dodge this collusion, beat you again call it a special

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Buss a nigga straight headshot, no hesistation my gun shit aint no joke

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Ha, i'd be scared to not going up against a bitch like you or a snitch like you

I got even more starin down the barrel of a gun

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children