This is a song about "Bullet flying"

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Imagine flying through the skies

I wonder why, i sit and cry

But i am flying high

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Check the stats, my team winning

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

In my mind is where i'm flying

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

Flying first class on my airplane

Parking lot of the blue flame