This is a song about "Bad bitch and shooting"

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

When i am mad, and things look bad/

The third one is mixed, white and black

Cartoon's the shit, bad news a bitch

Now you speaking my language

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I got a bad bitch like she peed on the rug

Big ol bitch cant take the bad news

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

You don't want to be shooting for something, and them hold you back and they stand resented...

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned