This is a song about "9 shots"

All on the furniture with no regards

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

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

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

What would tupac say, after he was riddled with shots

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

I bust shots, they bust back

She was wet off the bat

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

I'm a still love you