This is a song about "Can t shoot"

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

First i have potential, now i got them answers

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Just a place that they can come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I don't want to know that, so niggas you can shoot me cold,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

I've chewed, can shoot, and leave you in the fucking nude

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot