This is a song about "Bullets hurt"

The boa know they loving the crew

Got bullets dyin to meet you

Dont want ya to get hurt

Wrong drink, the right work

But now it's more declare

Them bullets hit you everywhere

Holla out my set

Bullets is what you was fed

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

My mouth is like a lyrical beretta, my words are bullets

Some lyrical bullets,

The youngest of my mother kids

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage