This is a song about "Body shots"

This is why her nigga mad

I bust shots, they bust back

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

See boy she been in love

Takin shots, it's painless,

Got 30 shots started actin silly

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The only time i flirt with her

Sippin' shots crippen after

Light skinned hell of a body

Hopin' that my niggas see

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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