This is a song about "Loading up hollow point bullets in my mac 11"

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

Now momma told me be careful who you love

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Inject us with a venom, words so hollow

The sound of bullets pumping through my less stained

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

We're loading up the tecs, getting vexed, keep the streets closed,

I put lipstick on my hollow tip

I put some cash in ya pocket

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

That mac got a red dot with 50 rounds in it