This is a song about "Columbine shooting"

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

One when i tried to say i'll take seven kids from columbine

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

I school em with my bars and kill em all like it was columbine

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Nobody cares who caused the columbine forge,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

One where i tried to say i take seven kids from columbine

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

One day i ran up in columbine in my trenchoat, my glock was sighin',