This is a song about "Bullets"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Bullets raining like it december

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Going broke, no sir

Bullets and barbed wire

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Let me rideuntil i get free

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

Some lyrical bullets,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits