This is a song about "Let"

In the house, holla back

Wait let me refrain that,

Dont let me into my zone

Know i just call it head phone

So let the bullets fly......

No more will we cry

Two reflections into one

I wouldn't let it happen

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Let em marinate, you forever late

I'll let u finish the sentence

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Hold on,let me watch it

Get the zippo and spark the shit