This is a song about "2 shots"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Track 13.) 2 cups freestyle (2 cups)

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Where would i be without my dogs

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Leaving your brain stem in fluids by lead shots

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Fake niggas get dial tones

Taking shots that rattle my bones,