This is a song about "Lead bullets"

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

So let the bullets fly......

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

I work hard for everything i get

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

Here i go again, falling in love

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I was born to do the damn thing

And don't you bring your camera phone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Bullets hardly connected

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit