This is a song about "Bullets get to flying"

I'm back to life flying high as pilots on airliners designed for the top

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Times flying way too fast for me to catch up

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Defiant to this red giant, i'm not dying, flying out of this galaxy

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

See what i type im flying with no pauses cos i learnt to write

Let's get, get, get this to the party!

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Get off a key like i can’t sing