This is a song about "Rush shooter 34"

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

34. blood running down my sleeve,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Cause i dont rush into shit.

I'm never the winner, always the loser

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

Informing me it's day, as rush hour's calling,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

And i’m never slowing up, but i’m never in a rush

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Witnesses say he was the shooter.

Baby, you know who you are

And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

It's a rush when i feel her inside