This is a song about "Silver bullet"

(silver spoon anyone?)

Top ranked, number one my son

Look it something they can't ever see

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Carol city or was it the west

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And only one silver chain to be flashing.