This is a song about "Bullets"

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Now you speaking my language

Bullets in ya hand bitch

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Bullets raining like it december

Bullets and barbed wire

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for