This is a song about "Bullets in a rifle"

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Bullets are drawn across 'n' cause don to drop in the misfire

Twenty inch nail rifle

Lady at the frank stand will

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

So many bullets in one nigga that aint right

Bullets in ya hand bitch

And she stripping, go to college

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs