This is a song about "School shooting"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

That's the sound of my tool

See i learned it in school

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

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

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

While we going through the school

The thugs say i'm cool