This is a song about "3 bullets"

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

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

You better pray to jesus once i go and feed you bullets

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

At close range, no gimmick, fired their lyrics like bullets

Got bullets dyin to meet you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Some lyrical bullets,