This is a song about "A shooting"

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Breakdancing to melle mel

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

But five years from now i bet she see

Im going on a shooting spree

A shooting range with bullet limits

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Hop in and let me test drive

Shooting down moms and wives

Im a shooting star like a point guard, with this booming bar i can say i never joined hard

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart