This is a song about "Hitting shots"

I bust shots, they bust back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Bowl after bowl an i'm hitting another gram..

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Hitting the singing feather

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition

Nearly hitting those skies

I used to have a nine to five

You could say i'm friends with fred

Musical shots at your head,