This is a song about "Orgen shooting"

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

You should be cautious, kid

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Amen, they say you only live once