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

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Painful indigestion in my chest

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My mouth is like a lyrical beretta, my words are bullets

Feels like my hearts been ripped out of my chest and flushed down the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Like a ballistic vest absorbing bullets aimed to the chest

Takes the weights off my chest

Beach on the weekend