This is a song about "3 bullets"

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

And this will be the song that we sing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

My mouth is like a lyrical beretta, my words are bullets

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Them bullets hit you everywhere

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

She like nigga yeah right

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Yeah, since i was a knee high

So let the bullets fly......