This is a song about "Bullet proof"

Cindy is still looking for some proof

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Leave em all trouble with the blood up inna proof

Proof that's not enough reason

Atl was tipping them

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Place a bullet right up in his side

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

They claim it as their own, africa

Hundred proof get found in a youth nigga

You gotta let these shits go, man

Do you hear the bullet clang?

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Im trash cuz im white i dont need proof