This is a song about "Bullets"

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

So here i am at the store for some chips

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Tell me what that feel like

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Shoot bullets right through ya body

I'mma live and die in cali

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And this will be the song that we sing