This is a song about "Bullets"

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Aim bullets straight at your dome

We just want you back at home

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

At close range, no gimmick, fired their lyrics like bullets

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Bullets hardly connected

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Something worth dying for

Bullets and barbed wire