This is a song about "Gun shooting"

Get in the mood on blacc friday

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

A shooting range with bullet limits

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Breakdancing to melle mel

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Now of days people will be shooting,

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

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

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

Shooting hoop's like shaquille o'neal & real hit'em up with steel..