This is a song about "Flint gangstas shooting people"

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Breakdancing to melle mel

Come clean gangstas are mean i got many dreams

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Like hoes down in magic city

Im going on a shooting spree

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

That ain't everyday low-level gangstas on stick and move,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Shooting down moms and wives

What we gotta do to survive