This is a song about "Bullets fly"

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

She likes the way it hits her lips

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Aim bullets straight at your dome

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Step back and watch me fly

Bullets in ya hand bitch

And she stripping, go to college

Some lyrical bullets,

Size 9 fly kicks

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

As he blocks bullets with the heli door