This is a song about "A shooting"

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

Do you wish upon a shooting star to make it as a rapper or to be fucked by another guy,

I'm a killa bomb call me c4, i stay shooting bars i don't reload, i try ta lay low, keep away from

And busting it wronghot shots holla back when you get 'emoutlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system

Before we see it's hard to live

Shooting down moms and wives

Cause some of you bitches funny

Im going on a shooting spree

And if i see you i'm gonna start shooting like i'm coming off a rebound.

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

But most times darling the sequel sucks

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/