This is a song about "Lead bullets"

If your man want to bet

I feel like im just made of lead

So you can follow, or pretend to lead

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Size 9 fly kicks

Some lyrical bullets,

Bullets and barbed wire

You gon' tip her

Got bullets dyin to meet you

When i get to warwick avenue

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

Mama always told me i’d be famous

No more will we cry

So let the bullets fly......