This is a song about "Drive by shooting"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

But usually i'll do a drive-by screwface at posses

Shooting down moms and wives

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I don't drive by, i walk up to random people with a gun

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

A shooting range with bullet limits

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Fuck a drive by ill walk up to your house and toss bricks

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

I'll come up to you, spray you down, and drive-by when you're home alone,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Its like this drive i have inside, fascinated by lies, there ant no compromise,

Im going on a shooting spree

Fuck fame, fuck money