This is a song about "Young gun"

And it weighs a ton

I love to pull out my gun

You talkin bout toting that gun

And i listen to common

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

They'll have to rename this one

Well, that's what you are

Young money, d-town's all star

Grab my knife and my gun

My drive is like no one