This is a song about "Shoot em up"

And bag 'em up leave 'em with sickish, stitches, n' diminish-

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

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

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

Everybody grab your gats and hold ‘em, load ‘em, sock ‘em, lock ‘em, cock ‘em and aim it up

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Don’t you be holding back

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

I'll fuck you up and i'll shoot your dick off,

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel