This is a song about "Gun shooting"

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Niggas is working forever my bars

Back when we was shooting up cops

Why am i back to shooting up again?

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Escaping from my fucken gun

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

You talkin bout toting that gun

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

And if i'm down with this banging shit

I'm shooting at the bullshit,