This is a song about "Silver bullets"

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

By god, stop whining

Finding that silver lining

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

And getting money is the song i sing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Shoot bullets right through ya body

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

So i guess you think you grown

Aim bullets straight at your dome