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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I will die of overdoesing, or a bullet through the head

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

I found her in favela with a bullet in her head

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Fuck #foreplay, i went from 4th to the 1st base

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

Yeah i went from rags to riches and now i cant stop shagging bitches/

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver