This is a song about "Shoot a nigga up"

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

To make karma come faster than she normally will

You stepping up to a nigga who looks little

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Shoot up, smoke, do what you need to to clog your veins

But they got a nigga bonded up like the 19th century

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Some people believe not to a full extent say im crazy theyd shoot up innocents

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Got an independent business mind

Catch a nigga shoot him from behind

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol