This is a song about "He was shot"

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

My friend's father got shot, it was homicide, he would see stars,

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

He's daydreaming of one shot of success, under a lot of distress, he does not feel blessed

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Ain't even right for presidency, he should be shot in the face

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke