This is a song about "Bullets"

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

I'm sure to get rich

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Good love then i can do that for her

Bullets raining like it december

At close range, no gimmick, fired their lyrics like bullets

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

That i will leave earth with her

Bullets and barbed wire

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

Always knew where the pot was