This is a song about "Bullet"

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

And come back baby boomerang

Did you hear the bullet clang?

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

A shooting range with bullet limits

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

Walk into my great place, cozy

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands