This is a song about "Orgen shooting"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Takes one to the back, gets up but their shooting more!

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Im going on a shooting spree

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Y’all only in it for the cars

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,