This is a song about "Bullets fly"

Aim bullets straight at your dome

You left your nigga on his own

That's boa, see that's my set

Bullets is what you was fed

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Step back and watch me fly

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Them bullets hit you everywhere

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets

Bullets in ya hand bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Bullets raining like it december

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