This is a song about "Bullets in a rifle"

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

Say hi , but don't forget i also said bye god damn your thigh my tounge is

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

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

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

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Like a ballistic vest absorbing bullets aimed to the chest

I'm paranoid like someone holds a sniper rifle just waiting,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing