This is a song about "If bubbles were bullets"

Razor grips, laser spit

If you were next to it,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

If you were to record my reverberating recurring

Promise me you won't step out of line

Dime east as if it were crime

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

If your spits were your physical reps

If we were meant to be, why arent you here?

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Blow another ounce as easy as blowing bubbles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

If you were smart then you would run.

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done