This is a song about "8 shots"

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

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

I bust shots, they bust back

Try to jack and i will attack

Got 30 shots started actin silly

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

I'm calling these shots i'm jumpin these charts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,