This is a song about "A shooting"

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

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

To befriend or run,i'll bend a gun in your face,better yet im shooting your chest

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

Why am i back to shooting up again?

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

You pull up in parking lots

Shout out my nigga miles

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men