This is a song about "Bullet prof vest"

Do you hear the bullet clang?

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Walks in a bar weapon suppressed, bullet proof vest

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection

Playboy, i don't own that man

Gained a bullet bane, bang bang.

Humble and the prof double the entourage

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Then vest em b4 they dress em wit suit and tie

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

No need fo that vest cuz these hollowtips penetrate/