This is a song about "Call the shots"

A sniper-rifleman , 2 shots your in the sky,

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hopping fences,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Livin life like a boss, oakvillians we call the shots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

When they hear me rocking the groove

Call my shots, like babe ruth/

Your survinving the times? more shots in the dark

You shook my world and it felt apart

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots