This is a song about "Silver bullets"

Bullets and barbed wire

That's what rains for

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Them bullets hit you everywhere

(silver spoon anyone?)

Fuck it, i'm done

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends

Who know this be the life that i really live

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

I like silver better!..

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

The bullets come handy callem handicaps