This is a song about "Horor shooting"

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Let me call that hotel

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

As she goes through the levels

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Now of days people will be shooting,

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Back when we was shooting up cops

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,