This is a song about "Burritos and bullets"

And this will be the song that we sing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

She gonna dance when that molly through

Got bullets dyin to meet you

Some lyrical bullets,

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Aim bullets straight at your dome

And it's well known that rell home

So let the bullets fly......

When pac get high

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Bullets raining like it december