This is a song about "Blow shots"

Something worth dying for

Sippin' shots crippen after

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Hit the club she drop it low

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Call my shots, like babe ruth/

You could say i'm friends with fred

Musical shots at your head,

I ain't tryna brag though

Just the next girl to blow,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Leaving your brain stem in fluids by lead shots