This is a song about "If bubbles were bullets"

By the water, au revoir to my audience

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

But if i were my enemies, i would

Call me a product of my own damn hood

So before i go, you should harvest food

Chemicals were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,

If he's going to record, if wants to diss me or if were cool

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

When something is broken

If you were smart then you would run.

Some lyrical bullets,

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

If your spits were your physical reps

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears