This is a song about "Bullets"

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Bullets is what you was fed

Cause if you run the light

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

She gotta hold her head up high

So let the bullets fly......

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

Bullets flying, fake homies lying