This is a song about "Bullets in my rifle"

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

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

My mouth is like a lyrical beretta, my words are bullets

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Just like some niggas say they got bullets my hands are ammo

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

These bullets take me anywhere i go, my ego

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though