This is a song about "If bubbles were bullets"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Come there, if you were in a gown.

The fourth one, i like to kick around

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Only in that case can my physique look like stiff bubbles

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

Prove that if you were half as nice,

But if i were my enemies, i would

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs