This is a song about "I shoot her"

Holding back the anger i wanna shoot out

I try to be the guy, you think about

I shoot seeds at rappers

Let's enjoy our younger years

Pockets probably like fried food

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

So if i do call it's just a check

I will shoot you in the head

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

I run inside yo sister house and shoot that bitch off in her feet

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Fuck cute trappers i buck and shoot fake rappers

I run inside yo house and shoot that bitch off in her teeth

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace