This is a song about "Be shooting"

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

And i ain't goin' well

Yal would drop these theories to the cement and he'll still be shooting heroin

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

A shooting range with bullet limits

The youngest of my mother kids

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks