This is a song about "School shootin"

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

And even your friends at school.

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Go harder when i'm angry, shift keys shootin all caps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Rapping rule, back to school

The thugs say i'm cool