This is a song about "Shoot"

Just to come and shoot ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

I heard you on the south side, i heard you tryna shoot

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Shoot their legs is step one

I can only imagine

Pockets probably like fried food

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Niggas wanna shoot me because i'm monumental

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will