This is a song about "Shoot em dead"

His buddys dead right beside em, last clip drops to the floor

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Its the fucking walking dead, killing all em and i'm stocking head

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Keep your heads up high

And shoot the fucking sky,

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

I bring the axe down, tell em drop dead, leave em charred

I shoot to kill, will i miss? no dice, you got no chance, you're dead on sight. on sight.

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

You could say i'm friends with fred

That rap is mostly dead/

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system