This is a song about "Bullet flying"

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

But he don't rule a thing

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

Did you hear the bullet clang?

You gotta understand man

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

A shooting range with bullet limits

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

In my mind is where i'm flying

And my grandmother dying

I do the right thing

Makes me feel like im flying