This is a song about "Bullet on my hand"

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

You in graver danger when my hand is on the lever

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

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

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Hand up on my pistol grip, quickly sick 'em, it is,