This is a song about "Call the shots"

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

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

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Used to be neglected, now im the one who call shots

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Slaughter the bitch, fire shots, shout, love, it's the counteroffer

Poppin' rocks when he locks a glock, shots at the moderates,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Than the kid that hit quicker than shots of hard liquor