This is a song about "Cold bullet"

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I gotcha frozen in fear, only need one bullet in the chamber

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Hold up yea we the best

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Is a space that now you hold

Hand to hand in the cold

Place a bullet right up in his side

I’ll be back on the same night

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Never seen a bullet pop for a start,