This is a song about "Bullets connecting like wifi"

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Like semi-automatic bullets that are set to blow your mind

Got bullets dyin to meet you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Like a ballistic vest absorbing bullets aimed to the chest

Man but this ain't no sign language

Bullets in ya hand bitch

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Shoot bullets right through ya body

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Bullets and barbed wire

I thought i recognized her