This is a song about "Bullets and war"

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

My mind's all swirled and i feel like i'm at war

I need a sip just to calm myself from this arrested shit i plead the fifth

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

My bombs of bullets hit and drop i'm a killer psychopathic

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

At the war, i set blitzkrieg and your under a deep sleep

Lets take war to the scum and pray the day were winning,

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

I might just bust and these bullets aint rubber

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under