This is a song about "I got shooters"

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

I got that powder, i got that white

I got verses, like a bible

As i light one for ill will

Talking about the god you serve

Excuse me i got better manners,

I'm hoping i confess

I got more and you got less

Cause i got zero consumer surplus

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

I got my drink, i got my music

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Weaker shooters than stormtroopers slayed off

But now i got some teeth

Lights please, lights please