This is a song about "Bullets fly"

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

Bullets raining like it december

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And this will be the song that we sing

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Step back and watch me fly

My records sell, yes sir

Bullets and barbed wire

Who's that looking so fly?

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high