This is a song about "Cops shooting"

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Amen, they say you only live once

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Breakdancing to melle mel

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Im going on a shooting spree

And the significance of cops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

A shooting range with bullet limits

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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