This is a song about "Shoot em dead"

Drive to your hood and start shoot

I must go like fly route

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

The proverbial lemonade that i made

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Like a church in debt

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

Pockets probably like fried food

I can shoot 'em there, dress up like a cop and abort,

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

On they twitter writing novels, see

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

Who shoot them back at me

All i want is you baby