This is a song about "Bullets fat joe diss"

So let the bullets fly......

Hear the rambling in the sky

I got the right to be cocky

Shoot bullets right through ya body

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Your lines are sloppy, might as well call you joe.

See, i like the person that you are

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Cause my flow's so cool it's like joe montana.

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets