This is a song about "Spencer s bullets"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Trying hard to speak and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

The youngest of my mother kids

Some lyrical bullets,

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

And panned out, i'm all in love

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

At close range, no gimmick, fired their lyrics like bullets

Man but this ain't no sign language

Bullets in ya hand bitch

It´s the battle of life

Sky high, iced out paradise