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

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

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

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Baby you're the one

In the car with a gun,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Yo just drop the gun and we can get you in to a mental institution/

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

What about the the gun and knife, crime

Cause, i need that one good time

You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

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