This is a song about "If bubbles were bullets"

If you were next to it,

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

We vegetables, on them record labels

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

Only in that case can my physique look like stiff bubbles

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

What can happen if we all were peaceful?

Prove that if you were half as nice

Never miss these things, see my game precise

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