This is a song about "Bullet shots"

Place a bullet right up in his side

And you're approaching me right

But make sure if they do see

Im throwin' shots to yo body

Leaving your brain stem in fluids by lead shots

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I got alotta phones

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots