This is a song about "Gun shots on that flock"

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Bang bang, do you hear that gun bang?

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

So you know i'm bout that gun play

When you see a star remember that i have a gun.

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Who thinkin' they're big shots? runnin' on the fast track,