This is a song about "Bullet"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

I'd take a bullet an i'd even sell my soul,

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

With a bullet to the heart where his enemy demons coincide.

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Playboy, i don't own that man

Did you hear the bullet clang?

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

This boa, what's your motivation

Pick up a bullet then pop a cap in/

Can you picture my specific plan

Do you hear the bullet clang?