This is a song about "Bullets flying"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Drink this , it keeps you flying

My mouth is like a lyrical beretta, my words are bullets

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Flying around, wings flapping/

I do the right thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Aim bullets straight at your dome

That he dont even own

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Bullets raining like it december

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her