This is a song about "Killing these shots"

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im throwin' shots to yo body

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Musical shots at your head,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I've been balling those shots