This is a song about "Gun shots and ridin"

And all the other silenced victims when they're taking shots with,

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

As: other plans got in the way

And shots at the niggas that got away

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Maybe a couple exten-do's these niggas know and i'm ridin low,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

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