This is a song about "Bullets flying"

Don't want to be the king

Flying around, wings flapping/

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Got bullets dyin to meet you

The boa know they loving the crew

Bullets and barbed wire

J. cole's her ghost writer

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Some lyrical bullets,

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Frightening, so fucking frightening