This is a song about "Drugs and shooting"

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Take her back to where i live

Shooting down moms and wives

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

And get me some more drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

That's why i shine like i does