This is a song about "Bullets flying"

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Now you speaking my language

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

Some lyrical bullets,

All green nigga pick six

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

Drink this , it keeps you flying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Makes me feel like im flying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And this will be the song that we sing