This is a song about "Spittin rounds"

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Spittin' hard than hammer and nails,

Spittin written and forbidden lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Spittin' pictures, imagery irrelevant

Cause i'm a cold hard killer that spits out rounds you won't survive

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Go for rounds with a punchline knockout rocky,

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame