This is a song about "Cops shooting"

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Toke lots and hope cops

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Amen, they say you only live once

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Why am i back to shooting up again?

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples