This is a song about "Cold bullet"

Hand to hand in the cold

I mean of course just the same old

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Catch this bullet in your skull, milimeter deeper

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Skipping class and growing cold

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

We on a world tour, wale your man

Gained a bullet bane, bang bang.

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here