This is a song about "Drugs and shooting"

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

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

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Shooting down moms and wives