This is a song about "Bullets flying"

I got a big fear of flying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

This ain't easy, im thinking

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Bullets is what you was fed

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Got bullets dyin to meet you

Get off a key like i can’t sing

In my mind is where i'm flying

The bullets come handy callem handicaps

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps