This is a song about "Bullet holewss"

My future's an enigma, it's suffering or this bullet

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Can you picture my specific plan

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

A shooting range with bullet limits

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I'd rather eat a fucking bullet than put up with this shit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

King of the club, i bet you can’t top