The bullet goes back in the gun
 

the bullet hole's closin the chest of a nigga now he's back to square 1, screamin SHOOT DON'T PLEASE, I put my 5th back on my hip it's like a VCR rewindin a hit

He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up, I jumped back in the van and closed it shut, Goin reverse, slowly prepared, My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there". Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach, the smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth

Jungle unrolls it, puts the weed back in the jar, the blunt turns back into a cigar

I'm tired as hell pussies

What are hell pussies?

Is what it is damn my pupils

Okay I'm just asking a question, jeez.

gr8 song

listen close so yall can figure out the poem real clear

GOD SON