This is a song about "Ass shots"

Knowing you can no longer party

Im throwin' shots to yo body

I'm calling these shots i'm jumpin these charts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

I take shots while you bitch ass is still missing

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I bust shots, they bust back

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Fake niggas get dial tones

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Poppin' huge glocks, put two shots in his ass and ran,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Heard the sound of several gun shots