This is a song about "Gun shots and ridin"

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

She gives me four shots and i take it

Poppin' huge glocks, put two shots in his ass and ran,

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

When rappers try and burn me i hit 'em with the coldest shots,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

You know i was ridin’ and you switched up a gear or two

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

That's why my gun stay loaded but my goils take them shots for me, shots for me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain