This is a song about "Call the shots"

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Cocksucker kick rocks, we need to make the smartest guys the big shots,

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

Tell me how can we live this way

And shots at the niggas that got away

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Until the cops' shots on hot blocks reach a cold spot,

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Im bussin shots at these fukk niggas call it hooks

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,