This is a song about "Blow shots"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

She was wet off the bat

I bust shots, they bust back

Leaving your brain stem in fluids by lead shots

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

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Sippin' shots crippen after

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I mentally diffuse all shots, successfully,

Like curses on the radio

Ballin til the buzzer blow

This prada make me shallow

Just the next girl to blow,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

What would tupac say, after he was riddled with shots