This is a song about "Silver bullet"

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Drop top on this thang

Do you hear the bullet clang?

Finding that silver lining

And my grandmother dying

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Just say he's the best

Pop a bullet in your chest,

No dark clouds, just silver linings

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see