This is a song about "Silver bullets"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Right, now you say you don't care

Them bullets hit you everywhere

Get it back and shit

Bullets hardly connected

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir