This is a song about "Tears hitting my chest like bullets"

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Painful indigestion in my chest

Just like some niggas say they got bullets my hands are ammo

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Bullets raining like it december

Takes the weights off my chest

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Swallowing down my tears

A coward dies a thousand deaths

S on my chest like a superman vest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed