This is a song about "Gang fighting shooting hommies"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Now of days people will be shooting,

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

But never once in a gang

Drop top on this thang

You just keep on fighting

And i'm still climbing

Im going on a shooting spree

I was wondering maybe

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

But he don't rule a thing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Fly bitch gang we did that

I promise i'mma call you back