This is a song about "No shooter"

No specific pick , no particular list.

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

No no no guarantees

Steal your love with ease

Pick your suspect, who's the shooter?

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Word, absence will make the heart grow

I said i'm hurting her

Better aim than a shooter,

Some friends, some hoes

No, no, we are not those

I got something you've been waiting for

Pick your suspect, who's the shooter?

No hesitations no waits

High: that's why they call us planes