This is a song about "That bullet peirced btw"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

My future's an enigma, it's suffering or this bullet

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

And she ain't bout get no ring, jim kelly homey

Bullet holes in your mind you the phony

Pick up a bullet then pop a cap in/

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I'd take a bullet an i'd even sell my soul,

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Never seen a bullet pop for a start,