This is a song about "Bullets connecting like wifi"

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

Aim bullets straight at your dome

She wanna be grown

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

I told her all about how we been living a lie

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Them bullets hit you everywhere

My words are like bullets im ready to load it my tongue is the gun

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Bullets raining like it december

Bullets in ya hand bitch

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