This is a song about "Bullets fly"

So let the bullets fly......

Dreamin on a lullaby

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

In every bird i see fly

Bullets hardly connected

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Bullets and barbed wire

You know...you know who you are

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Now you speaking my language

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying