This is a song about "You take the turd and ill load the gun"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Ill spit first then shit turds and take the mic rip worse,

And its not my fault but ill still take the blame anyway

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

My words are like bullets im ready to load it my tongue is the gun

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

I told you this numerous times take rapper outa your name, and maybe ill let you in the game,

In the car with a gun,

I'm caged up in state prison

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years