This is a song about "Headshot 1"

#1 (#single #syllables)

Good kids make bad grown ups

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

1, 2, 3 people in 1, life for me, is it done?

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Buss a nigga straight headshot, no hesistation my gun shit aint no joke

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

You only have 1 shot, when you only get 1 shot

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop