This is a song about "People getting shot"

By a brotha who was hopeless

I'm fucking getting people to notice,

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I fucking hate this job

Call this the money shot

Too many situations, too many people getting famous

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Too many people around me getting put in a box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

Seems like you hating on the people getting cash

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

When life gets sour know i still devour

Shot fired from the shot tower/