This is a song about "Bullets fly"

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

So let the bullets fly......

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Bullets in ya hand bitch

I created this image

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Bullets is what you was fed

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Some lyrical bullets,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets