This is a song about "Silver bullets"

A hustler and cam famous, you damn anus

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

I like silver better!..

She should have invited her

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Looking in the mirror all i want is silver

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And getting money is the song i sing

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

I wanted a brother my mother i told her