This is a song about "If bubbles were bullets"

Come there, if you were in a gown.

I drive that all around

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Bullets hardly connected

One night love: i'mma need that

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

If you were hyperactive

I'mma catch you next time around

Come there, if you were in a gown.

Prove that if you were half as nice

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

If they were humans then probably

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks