This is a song about "First personnal shooter"

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

I saw a crazed shooter run away screaming in a blast of rage

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Verse 2: cold blooded j shooter, that's the name.

Look, cole world, still a cold world

But he had to stop killing himself first

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Witnesses say he was the shooter.

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

The only people i loved were the first

Aight santana man...let's do this

First things first, i need you to forgive

Pick your suspect, who's the shooter?

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Left his future in shambles as shooter with hammers let loose to dismantle