This is a song about "I thinc that bullet went from head to my asstale pop"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

My rhymes'll leave your head spinning, cringin from what i said

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

From a head full of madness rests my thoughts that i complete

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I thought that all the green gold had finally gone to my head,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I went from honor roll to on a roll down hill, the crashing gave me some back pain

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Well, my plans are done so put a bullet through my head, yes im dead.

She can only take so much more than her heart got

My life is like a bubble, i am ready to pop,