This is a song about "Bullets hurt"

Bullets and barbed wire

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Rappers please step forward

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

30 chains on, bet the light work

Theyve made the toughest people hurt

And now your best friend's having kids

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Bullets hardly connected

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Pulling down her skirt

Im not gone keep feelin hurt