This is a song about "Cock and shoot"

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Recording this conservation, and their snipers cock and fire

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Words are weapons, curse or blessing? i cock and shoot,

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Dont even lie you lick cock and arse,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

And shoot off with vodka after whole bottles,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Just to come and shoot ya

I ain't mad at cha