This is a song about "Bullet in my rifle"

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

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

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Pick up a bullet then pop a cap in/

Catch this bullet in your skull, milimeter deeper

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

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

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

Cause she made love to my rifle

Ok now everythings wonderful

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

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