This is a song about "Bullets"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

You ain't gotta worry no more

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

Bullets raining like it december

And then along came the wrong man for her