This is a song about "Can t shoot"

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

There's crack, there's crack

I'm the other guy

And shoot the fucking sky,

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Hoes row got beans in them

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Fuck fame, fuck money

Who shoot them back at me