This is a song about "Bullets in a lullaby"

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Spitting explicit criminally insane chemical imbalance fitted for rage rabid n caged

Put this in a lullaby for you to know its a fucking rap. i'll be back for you, i ain't

Bullets hardly connected

Your best sentence was doing your bid

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

Let me gang bang you lyrically,witness the new lullaby

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Aim bullets straight at your dome