This is a song about "A shooting"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Shooting down moms and wives

Got a flock full of dimes

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Wake up every day shooting for a future so bright.

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

If you out there let me hear you say

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

So we both ball till' my dying daysbefore i say goodbyekato and mental rest in peacethug till i die

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