This is a song about "Sheep that got shot"

You know nothin' about, got shot? walk it out.

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Gotta that red dot on yo head call it buck shot

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

I've got this one chance, one miss it for the whole shot,

You got 1 shot don't blow it

You, you, you have to pay for that

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I heard through the grape vines that you really thought you had a shot

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

A slick spot for your wristwatch that your bitch bought 'cuz you're a big shot