This is a song about "Flying bugs"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Good kids make bad grown ups

It's the police placin bugs

But i am flying high

Why you call me back? don't lie

The cool say i'm thug

I couldnt give a flying fuck

I can pack a punch i got more karats than bugs bunny's lunch

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

The time is now to chase after these lightning bugs/

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks