This is a song about "Gun shooting"

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

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

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

It ain't where i been

I went to get the gun

A shooting range with bullet limits

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

They say that karats help your vision

Escaping from my fucken gun

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him