This is a song about "Spencer s bullets"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Bullets is what you was fed

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

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Them bullets hit you everywhere

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Some lyrical bullets,

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee