This is a song about "2 shots"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

I got alotta phones

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

They keep sendin shots, i might just start

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

I've been balling those shots

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Shots fired, get your head down

He won't sit down, given the crown