This is a song about "Mulder shoot kill"

I ain't, mad, at cha

Just to come and shoot ya

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Shoot hostages for defiance

I shoot seeds at rappers

Talking about the god you serve

I'ma crap until i'm dead, then shoot myself

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

Words are weapons, curse or blessing? i cock and shoot,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

I heard you on the south side, i heard you tryna shoot