This is a song about "Shoot"

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Words are weapons, curse or blessing? i cock and shoot,

And i know that you're open

Shoot their legs is step one

Pockets probably like fried food

Drive to your hood and start shoot

One bird squawked now they don't hesitate to shoot

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Sometimes my life drives me insane and to cock and shoot,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

If i shoot now know that you'll

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

I'ma crap until i'm dead, then shoot myself

Catch a nigga shoot him from behind

You can search but you'll never find