This is a song about "Police shooting blacks"

A shooting range with bullet limits

Look, i tried to call it quits

You know i am not gon stop

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

Let me call that hotel

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.