This is a song about "Bullets flying fire bird"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Spraying bullets when spittin phrases

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Shoot bullets right through ya body

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Went out and had a church of kids

Your on fire.. your on fire

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Your on fire.. your on fire

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for