This is a song about "Dont shoot"

They shoot missiles and nukes

Still got my nike boots

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Words are weapons, curse or blessing? i cock and shoot,

I shoot seeds at rappers

The birds i knew flip birds

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Wear my own crown, shoot beyond stardom,

I call that shit that middle school

If i shoot now know that you'll

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

Niggas wanna shoot me because i'm monumental

Drive to your hood and start shoot

But radio ain't trying to follow suit