This is a song about "Bullets in a rifle"

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

You can save a man from getting two bullets in the brain

So many bullets in one nigga that aint right

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

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

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

State building i like to see it when you land on that fire hydrant i'm the highest

So i blew a bible script 'n' went pyscho and shot other rhino's with my rifle clipped

Take you down like a mongolian with a sniper rifle,

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Somethin that cant be helped, we need new leaders to guide them towards the positive

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

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Bullets in ya hand bitch