This is a song about "Bullets flying"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Got bullets dyin to meet you

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

Get off a key like i can’t sing

In my mind is where i'm flying

Them bullets hit you everywhere

But now it's more declare

Makes me feel like im flying

And my only fear's a wedding ring