This is a song about "Gun shooting"

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

Im going on a shooting spree

They say nothings ever free

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Back when we was shooting up cops

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Just give me a carrot gun