This is a song about "A shooting"

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Now of days people will be shooting,

Let me call that hotel

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

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

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