This is a song about "Bullet in my rifle"

My best friend cluelessly looked at me and caught a bullet in his brain

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Place a bullet right up in his side

Real nigga, street certified

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Like it's trifle, my skills are precise like a rifle how a sniper might hold

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

I found her in favela with a bullet in her head

I grab the bullet, pack it in my gun, send it and finish,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Bullet in your ass! my fur is bulletproof, you lose when i tell the truth, through

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival