This is a song about "I shoot from the three"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

She asked me to repeat those three words i said in the morning, i texted "i love you".

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Cuz when i shoot i go for the big toe.

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

And my songs when they reach they official

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

Never seen you as lyrical

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Watch me do, stop and shoot, acidrap i got the juice

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Fuck, i was number three,