This is a song about "Mass shooting"

Why am i back to shooting up again?

I don't care what it did to them

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Im going on a shooting spree

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Watching for hollow-tip shots

All the time with this glock of mines

Shooting down moms and wives

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one