This is a song about "Hood shootin"

Go harder when i'm angry, shift keys shootin all caps

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

If theres a time that in the hood

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

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

Erase the past, niggas comin' through shootin' up the blocks,