This is a song about "Bullet fragments hiding in tbe closet"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Catch this bullet in your skull, milimeter deeper

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

But im hiding in tha haze time is all i know

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Life has put her to the test

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Went to another with my red complexion, knew i was a thief in hiding

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Went to another with my red complexion , knew i was a thief in hiding