This is a song about "300 shots"

Im throwin' shots to yo body

I got the right to be cocky

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Fake niggas get dial tones

Musical shots at your head,

Like a church in debt

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Hell tried to grasp it but it survived that 300 foot fall.

She can make a pimp fall in love

Takin shots, it's painless,