This is a song about "Bullets flying"

Them bullets hit you everywhere

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

I be giving work to the kids

Some lyrical bullets,

My words, skillful like flying birds,

That try to chase these skirts

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Which you know i'm different, right

Look, i just want to make you better

Bullets raining like it december