This is a song about "Drugs and shooting"

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Shooting down moms and wives

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs