This is a song about "Bullets connecting like wifi"

Ive went hard got bullets glancin/ off my guard/ wile im advancin/ flow sick like its

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,

Bullets in ya hand bitch

I created this image

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Connecting with the community

Bullets coming at ya fucking head like ya mental

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high