This is a song about "A shooting"

Shooting down moms and wives

Paper planes, long flights

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Im going on a shooting spree

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles