This is a song about "300 shots"

Give us this day, our daily bread

Musical shots at your head,

Everytime you come around

Shots fired, get your head down

So here i am at the store for some chips

I have over 300 confirmed kills

What would tupac say, after he was riddled with shots

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Used to be neglected, now im the one who call shots

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box