This is a song about "Dark shots"

You pull up in parking lots

Biggie got shot too with four shots

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I got alotta phones

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

I said i'm hurting her

Sippin' shots crippen after

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I'll arrive in disguise and misfire shots

No gimmick: real time, real heart

I talk to myself in the dark

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Heard the sound of several gun shots