This is a song about "Gang shooting"

Third ward general, young cash money

Im going on a shooting spree

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Now of days people will be shooting,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Got her going down, no teeth

By a gang called the police

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Why am i back to shooting up again?

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them