This is a song about "Columbine shooting"

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

So i can understand police victims

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

And its simple as that baby

Im going on a shooting spree

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

My gold rollie tell time

Medford high ain't columbine

10th grade, eyes red as shit

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles