This is a song about "If bubbles were bullets"

If you were living life and being respected, would you take off?

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Blow another ounce as easy as blowing bubbles

Only in that case can my physique look like stiff bubbles

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

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Good kids make bad grown ups

You were just found with eight bullets in your left ribs

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Come there, if you were in a gown.

To come and change my life around

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Dime east as if it were crime