This is a song about "Gang shooting"

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Breakdancing to melle mel

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Why am i back to shooting up again?

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

And this will be the song that we sing

Now of days people will be shooting,

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.