This is a song about "He was shot"

First shot missed whole then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

It was one more time for the shot then i was out no doubt about it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

Swore i was a big shot

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

So he started proclaiming,he was contrite he was shouting loud he thought

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

When you said it was over you shot right through my heart

When you said it was over you shot right through my heart

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark