This is a song about "50 shots to the opps"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Slaughter the bitch, fire shots, shout, love, it's the counteroffer

Im throwin' shots to yo body

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

When rappers try and burn me i hit 'em with the coldest shots,

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Can't wait to smash your head with my 50 inches hammer

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category