This is a song about "Bullets in a rifle"

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

No this ain't silver, this is my dilemma

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

Trip, and then you never snitch

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Twenty inch nail rifle

Lady at the frank stand will

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

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael