This is a song about "Bullet in my rifle"

Place a bullet right up in his side

Walk blind into a line or fight

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,

Lady at the frank stand will

Twenty inch nail rifle

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

I found her in favela with a bullet in her head

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

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Ripping through flesh, i'm a bullet pushing through my foes' head

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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